My nephew Matt came from Rice to BYU to give a physics presentation. Becky and I went, thinking we'd be supportive. I figured since I watch a lot of Star Trek, that the science would be easy to understand. This was a case of where I knew every word, but I didn't understand one sentence. Matt talked about Rydberg atoms. They are big and like to donate electrons. Matt traps the ions. A professor listening to the lecture asked, "When an atom dies, what becomes of it?" I thought it was a religious question, but it wasn't. Then the professor asked, "How do you determine when an atom is dead?" Becky and I tried not to laugh. A physics professor from our stake saw me and said, "Sister Markham, I didn't suspect that you came to these types of lectures." Afterwards we came back here for tikka masala. Tom and Sally came, too. Later in the evening I got a new grandson. More on him when I get pictures.