It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...


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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL + + + But please be sure to season that with the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Thursday, January 5, 2017

The Third Hitchhiker Says Goodbye Columbus

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Alumni newsletters
exist to enlarge
endowments
and egos. 

They can also
 enlighten the world
about fabled
skirt-chasers 

    →
 


In this newsletter,

an alumnus shared an anecdote
about a thumb-drive
from a previous millennium.

I will paraphrase the anecdote: 


As a fraternity pledge trip,
in 1951, three Bucknell classmates
hitch-hiked 400 miles
from central Pennsylvania
to Columbus, Ohio.

One hitch-hiker
 became a literature professor.
Another became a doctor.

The third hitch-hiker
–from Newark, New Jersey–
 was inspired to write a story
about a girl.

His name is Philip Roth.

Thirty-two years after
the hitch-hiking adventure
Mr. Roth comments about
disturbed readers
who referred to
GOODBYE, COLUMBUS
(his first book)
as his Mein Kampf.
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