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When I was in the second grade, I said, “I want to be a geologist.” The other kids in the class, who wanted to be firemen, and policemen and doctors, and brick layers looked at me. Mrs. Callahan looked at me, one eyebrow raised questioningly. “A geologist?” “Yes. Either that, or a musician.” From that day on, I knew I was different. I didn’t want to play kickball in the playground; I wanted to look for druzy quartz sample...