Drilling advances ///

In what today seems like the Dark Ages, I attended a conference on remotely operated vehicles (ROVs) in San Diego where I was handed a joystick and proceeded to send a Jules Vernesque gizmo gliding around a swimming pool. Well, not gliding, exactly; more like crashing into its walls. The thing that struck me then was how my son, who was a maestro at Pac-Man and all those other new-fangled video games that were all the rage at the time, could carve out a nice future for himself. But, alas, he threw it all away and got himself a PhD in physics and a cushy position at MIT.

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