12-13-2018, 04:51 PM
In late summer 1997, my ex-wife and I were invited to New York's Harvard Club to a chablis & brie reception for parents of incoming Stanford frosh.
After all the guests noshed a bit, and the canape trays were dwindling, a knife-against-crystal-glass tinkle, and a suit came forward to address the gathering. His opening question: "How did Stanford earn national headlines this year?"
The gathering hesitated, so I piped up, "Tiger Woods (who'd just won the Masters)? Three straight Directors Cup (for collegiate athletic excellence)?"
The suit gave me a pitying glance and proclaimed, "Stanford scientists just discovered life on Mars!"
Sure.
I trust the suit is gone from the Farm. Tiger has had an interesting life. And Stanford has still not surrendered the Directors Cup.
After all the guests noshed a bit, and the canape trays were dwindling, a knife-against-crystal-glass tinkle, and a suit came forward to address the gathering. His opening question: "How did Stanford earn national headlines this year?"
The gathering hesitated, so I piped up, "Tiger Woods (who'd just won the Masters)? Three straight Directors Cup (for collegiate athletic excellence)?"
The suit gave me a pitying glance and proclaimed, "Stanford scientists just discovered life on Mars!"
Sure.
I trust the suit is gone from the Farm. Tiger has had an interesting life. And Stanford has still not surrendered the Directors Cup.