Yes, I vaguely remember that one summer in El Salvador, when we were going to be spending a week at the beach, my mom made us take a quinine pill so that we would be immune to malaria before ever getting there. Thanks Mom! (You did not need a prescription there to get quinine, you just go to the drugstore and buy whatever you need.) And who else would that tidbit of information have come from other than our summer intern Bruce Brock, who was staying at our house for a couple of months. He was from Tucson.
While he was at our house, my mother had picked up the mail and seeing a letter addressed to the care of our family, she opened it and read a hot missive from Bruce's girlfriend, part of which she read to me, being quite shocked. Hopefully they would have made it legal eventually. Personally, I really do not appreciate being reminded of the dull and boring Brockoli brothers. Who cares about those dry cactus plants of boring Arizona? Enough about desert biology. I only learned later from online messages that he had a brother named Steve. Oh, I did not know that. Ok, so, whatever.
