Whistling and moaning, a 50-mile-an-hour (80-kilometer-an-hour) wind whipped among the telescope domes atop Kitt Peak. Just a few feet below, turning gray in the dusk, slid a river of clouds that had ...

He could not spell. He could not add. He stammered when he was asked to read aloud. "I realized I couldn't do what other kids did, so I turned to art and music," says sculptor Malcolm Alexander.