Some many years ago I resolved to get through an entire Darwin Day without walking on my knuckles or even dragging them on the ground.

It probably was a mistake sequestering myself in a favorite haunt to celebrate the event where, late in the evening, I found that some others were walking on my knuckles, although I did eventually make it back up atop the curbing.

I try to celebrate more sedately now, as a token of respect to "civilization" - whatever that is.

John