* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar There's a third of a drink left here - The bartender watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Whoa! It tastes like 9 parts Strawberry Schnapps, 6 parts Red Rocks-Brand Moxie... She says, "Don't forget your free Drink Buddy!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Have you read my current article? It's called: Distributed Coefficients of a Franklin-Potential-Vortex Approximation Network Transmission Real-Time God Bless You! at least until old Swallows-Lotsa-Worms would walk in. And then we would all say Thou yeasty fly-bitten horn-beast and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T RECALL WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A Piece of Hardware dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...