Three people on my panel, two in the audience. They wept with envy when they heard my paper. Not really.
Many years ago I presented a paper here in this same town, and there were two people on the panel and NONE in the audience. The other person's paper was in French, so there was little point in continuing.
I ascribe this phenomenon (do DOO doodoo doo!) to the fact that one of my nemeses came from here.
No, not Muhammad Ali. I have no beef, nor chicken nor fish with him.
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We had a student teacher in high school once whose name was Mr. Minot. Needless to say, this song got sung a lot in his presence.
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