And, Gavin, if I could spell bioarcheological with some degree of reapeatabilty, I could carry your golf bag. Sounds like you are hyped, yes? Congrats.
Oh, this is Art BTW. I just started using AZ for a name here. It's my "load code" at work. That is, it is what our receptionists look for on the computer to identify who is the caseworker for a particular family. I'm pretty used to being AZ so what the heck...It's good to see you back.
The Mounds are just down the road from where I grew up (as much as I did, at least) in Collinsville. I spent many summers at the Mounds. During one scouting trip, while playing King of the Hill, I was knocked down one of the mounds and fell into some brush. I lodged a thorn in my finger which developed into a staph infection in my finger and I almost lost my left arm. A dozen years later I watched several of my friends spend the evening drinking and toking their way through their last night of freedom before entering the National Guard in order to avoid being sent to VietNam. My most vivid memory of Cahokia Mounds is watching Jeff throw up Mad Dog 20/20 in his own lap. I hope your time there was better spent.
Not to hijack your thread Gavin, but I'm back too.
I got a new job about 3 weeks ago. My second day, they told me to empty out the office because they were completely renovating it along with the rest of my work area. That combined with Mrs. Stu getting the bulk of her thesis done has left me all but computerless.
That, folks, is worthy of a toast. Here's to Gavin walking Jan's holy ground(where the denial of inhalation was surely born), and the revival of online buddies.
Who might help me figgur out what happened to my bass.