I went back to Zurich and was offered a job working for a crusty professor named Dr. Bleisch. He was a wretched old alcoholic who headed a diploma mill that provided doctorate degrees at $20,000 a pop for credential-crazy Europeans. Once we traveled to Bern to bestow a doctorate on the president of some company, and Dr. Bleisch, all bleary-eyed and shaking, accidentally tore the document almost completely in half as he handed it over. I couldn't believe that the businessman hardly minded. http://charlotte.creativeloafing.com/2005-03-02/moodswing.html Cheers, George
