follow the bouncing balls
It must be summer. I was sitting on the steps of the Math department with Erica, the math receptionist, when we started to hear people whooping and yelling down the street. At first, I thought it was a group of frat boys and sorostitutes who had met up with friends and were being freaking obnoxious. Then I noticed that, peculiarly, the whooping was moving DOWN the street, toward us. That's when three naked men, to much laughter, hooting and applause, ran past us down 13th and over to the EMU. AWESOME! Those guys totally get bonus points. It's too bad, though, they would have scored higher had them been running toward me. Then again, maybe bouncing... stuff... is more of an eyeful than I want.

Still, it made me remember "The Nude Mile," an Ann Arbor tradition. When I was growing up, it was a summertime event for hundreds of men and women to get together, strip naked, and run a mile around the University of Michigan quad. I didn't tell anyone, but I always wanted to do that. I respect (most) streakers if just for their fabulous ability to inject the real with a dose of the surreal. I dunno, Irk, do they still do that?