Hosted by: Tom and Ray Magliozzi Tom writes: I was born in East Cambridge, Massachusetts (yes, Our Fair City). I spent most of my "formative years," as they say, on Harding Street. This was the greatest neighborhood on the planet. Kids everywhere. Just hangin' out. Nothing much happened. Just good times. (My wife insists that if I had had a normal (i.e., abusive) childhood, I wouldn't be plagued with those continual bouts of raucous laughter.) I went to the Gannett School and then the Wellington School and then CHLS— Cambridge High and Latin School. From then on, it was downhill. I went to MIT— or the "Tute," as we used to call it. I turned down Harvard, because MIT gave me $200 bucks more for scholarship money, and that was big bucks back in 1880. I actually managed to graduate and serve time in the U.S. Army. . . . (It's a long story. Read it here. . . .) Ray writes: I spent my early years in East Cambridge (Our Fair City). I was the quiet little brother, and for as long as I can remember Tom was 12 years older than me. In fact, he still is. Tom and our sister, Lucille, to this day say they didn't notice me until I was about five years old. Mom claimed one morning Tom came into the kitchen and said, "Hey, who's this little kid who's always following me around?" Anyway, because my brother went to MIT, I guess it was predetermined that I would go there too. I had no choice. And while I was there I studied everything and really learned nothing, and I eventually graduated from MIT in 1972. I ended up with a degree in humanities and science. MIT is known for its humanities program. After all, with a name like Massachusetts Institute of Technology, you know they must have a splendid humanities department. After college, I decided I wanted to try teaching. Why? Well, I knew I could do a better job than most of my teachers had done. So I got a job teaching science to unsuspecting kids in Bennington, Vermont. (But that's another long story, which you can read here.)