Ooh oooh I’ve got an Einstein story!
We moved to Los Alamos in 1998. There was an older lady I worked with who was born there in like 1946 or something like that. Her father was in the army and stationed there during the Manhattan Project and was in the transportation group. One day he was told to go down to where they would pick up personnel at the Rio Grande.
Imagine his surprise when he got down there to see Albert fucking Einstein standing in what at the time was the middle of BFE (it still is actually). Clutching his suitcase, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into.