The late Sixties. I'm at this party when a conversation on Zen-flavored Buddhism breaks out. Someone comes up with the old question, "What's the difference between a duck?" Most of us just chuckled and were prepared to move on when one of the guys there looked very serious and slowly intoned, "Man! That's really deep!"

I think that kept him occupied for the next couple of hours. Or days. Weeks, perhaps?

Oddly enough, beyond a few cigarette smokers, nobody there was smoking anything.

Don Firth