that it was close to 1:00 a. m. It did not feel like night, so we had a look around. This unobtrusive building had raised my curiosity for quite a while. Here amongst unripe tomatoes, we ran into this young man. How did he end up in this place? Oh, yeah, well, you know, I like to say, if you take everybody who's not tied down, they all sort of fall down to the bottom of the planet, so, you know, I haven't been... That's how we got here, you know. We're all at loose ends and here we are together. I remember when I first got down here I sort of enjoyed the sensation of recognizing people with my tribal markings. You know, I was like, "Hey, these are my people. " PhDs washing dishes and, you know, linguists on a continent with no languages and that sort of thing, yeah. It's great. Yeah, specifically I was in a graduate program, and we had lined up to do some work with one of the people who was identified as a native speaker and a competent native speaker of one of the languages of the Winnebago people, the Ho-Chunk, I think is how they pronounced it, and... To make a complicated story short, he ran into New Age ideologues who made insipid claims about black and white magic embedded in the grammar of this language. Some of the oral tradition that had been passed along... Hence, in this stupid trend