Having one’s birthday on the Fourth of July necessitates going to a parade at least once a year. Unfortunately, not everyone loves a parade, especially if one is small, little, petite, dumpy, tiny, squat, diminutive, undersized or stunted (choose your adjective). Anyone answering to one of these not-so-desirable descriptives gets to see only the backs of tall men unless one of them swings you up to his shoulders and lets you perch. My great good fortune is that more than one tall man (and a few tall women), both literally and figuratively, augmented my stature so that I could, indeed, like Isaac Newton, see farther, more clearly, and with unobstructed view. This paper will document my experiences from the crow’s nest provided by so many of my valued colleagues.

Truly, and necessarily, on the shoulders of giants: An astonishing historic journey

ACS Spring 2022

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