I hope at least SOME of my (2? 3?) readers pick up on the quote below. That was the point of the post. Drunken man crossing an icy street. Midnight in early January, 1994, Princeton, New Jersey, anyone?

One funny detail is that I had to tell my grandparents the real story before our wedding because we knew it would come up at the rehearsal dinner. I fear I squandered my 15 minutes of fame awfully pathetically.