Chris took me out tonight for a celebration of my beginning to get older than I want to be anymore (as evidenced by my referring last week to the current Attorney General as Ashcroft and twice calling my iPod a Walkman).
We overheard a guy at one of the other tables mention something about a "rhyme for Australopithecus." So the back of my mind, already reaching into the past, decided to channel a little Hoagy Carmichael.
There's a Cornell cornerback
who claims he's Ithaca's
answer to Australopithecus.
Yes, the Piltdown man
is born again,
rushing for the first and ten.
Thank you, you've been a lovely audience. May ghod have mercy upon your soul.