I checked to see if Alex Trotman was spinning in his grave, and, yes, he passed on in 2005. I miss his lectures, which I used to listen to on the radio.
Donald Petersen was not so lucky, and has to live through what’s going on right now.
A freaking 33-page plan. It’s probably written with a crayon, too, full of misspellings. Are these people even adults? Someone check, I think they are modestly precocious 9th-graders.
