Note to readers--My dissertation on the hunting tournaments went out a little unripe. In the future I promise to hold off on longer essays until the gaps are filled, and the fat trimmed. In keeping with that...
Yesterday I was at the doctor's getting a wart frozen off. (No gory details, I promise). He swabbed it with liquid nitrogen from a styrofoam cup, and when he finished, he turned the cup upside down and the stuff swept to the floor in a long plume of fog, spread with a thump into an inverted mushroom cloud when it hit, then disappeared.
The doctor said "We're not supposed to do that. It cracks the linoleum. But I can't help it." He paused, smiling. "It's fun to watch it go up in smoke."
It's a healthy person, I think, who can squeeze a harmless juvenile stunt into a round of serious duties.
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