Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember being in possession of a photograph of Marty Robertson, wrapping himself around a huge concrete ball, that was the monument at the Tropic of Cancer, in Baja California, where we stopped briefly for photos during the January biology field trip. Those guys are so funny, although for some reason not such nice guys beyond that, because funny guys are really sort of angry about everything if you really think about what they are saying. But I don't remember much about him because I was riding in the other van, not the van with the cliquey "cool" people, because I don't care about hobnobbing with those ridiculous snobs. That's just not who I am.