Questions you asked somebody else before that you have to answer this time:

a. What is your most treasured possession?

Four books: “The Prophet” by Khalil Gibran, “Zen and the Art of Motorc? Fourycle Maintenance” by Robert Pirsig, “Aikido and The Dynamic Sphere” by A. Westbrook and O. Ratti, and, given by Mariz Macariola, “Haiku: A Poet’s Guide” by Lee Gurga (no relation to sis Mae Macariola . . . I mean this guy Gurga)

b. What is your greatest regret?

Too few to mention. I did what I had to do. Like Hermie said (Summer of ’42),
life is made of small comings and goings, and for everything that we take with us, there is something that we leave behind.

c. What is your greatest extravagance?

On land, a Suzuki Hayabusa. On water a two-seater Seadoo. But they are still “astras.” I am still slaving and saving so I can extravagate on them in the future.

Is Facebook considered an “in thing” in that part of the world? What’s your perception of this social networking tool?

Only where there is internet connection. My perception is that somehow it’s similar to something I conceived in a dream which was then copied (still in that dream) by guys wearing T-shirts printed with the words “Tyler and Cameron.”

For the UP Varrons 50th birthday, Tudla is considering asking its members for one or two of their favorite Varrons photos with brief explanation as to why. Do you have one and can you articulate your reason using your favorite 5-7-5 genre of expression?

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Varrons' Booth of the Year in February Fair 1978

Varrons' Booth of the Year in February Fair 1978

half-dome

of triangles and ideals

won the judges over, and me

I don’t have one but my favorite is that photo of the Varrons booth during the 1979 February Fair (the Geodesic Dome) during my freshman year. A week before that, a quaint three-wheeled car was seen running around the campus like a headless chicken (warning: probably an aprocyphal story) and I thought that might be Buckminster Fuller on the driver’s seat. Then one day with a few clouds, the Varrons booth rose like a half-mushroom, and I knew I was right. So I went left, and ended up joining the Varrons. During my end-years I tried but I never. Left.