After flunking out of undergraduate premed in 1957, spending 4 years growing up in the Marine Corps, returning to academic life, and falling in love with insects, I spent 37 happy years as a faculty member at a research-intensive university. When I turned 65 in 2003, I was shocked to face the looming doom of mandatory retirement. I still had my health and energy, and I wasn't ready for lawn bowling. I wanted to work. Hanging around the university was not an option; the department chair had already claimed my office. So, with some trepidation, I moved to industry. I'm now in my 14th year on the “dark side”—and it has been a great adventure.