Apparently there’s more than one way to build a DNA molecule. And here I shout, “I knew it!” and smile broadly.

Arsenic, would you believe?

It’s from Mono Lake.

One of my unguessable career bits was on the RNA thing—nothing too elevated; but some work was being done in French, which I could translate for my roommate Linda, who was working as lab assistant to a professor who was working on the whole DNA/RNA business. Her job was flipping planaria (flatworms) to see whether they righted themselves to the left or the right, then chopping up worms of the lefthanded religion and feeding them to righthanded flippers, then flipping those worms and seeing whether they converted. This meant a basement full of white enamel pans, bubblers, pumps, etc, and I got drafted preparing slides, washing pans, adjusting bubblers (my fishtank hobby) reading French, grammar-checking the resulting papers and notes, and otherwise being Jill of all trades. I also did some of the observing and recording, which of course would be crosschecked!—so I was sort of in the background of what appeared in—I think it was Science, not Scientific American.

Anyway—shall we say I absorbed a lot of really esoteric stuff, and became better acquainted with flatworms than I would ever have envisioned, not to mention the RNA/DNA thing when it was new. So I did some daydreaming, while scrubbing white enamel pans, on how I would build a helix if I had to build one, and whether the helix we have would be the only possible construction, and didn’t think so, but here we are! It was living in California, all this time!