It all started here about 25 or 26 years ago:

Mr. Marx (Age17) used to call me (age 19) at the craziest times of day from a payphone someplace near Cal Poly and say things like: "So... Daniel... How thick do you imagine an alternator case really needs to be?"
But don't be too impressed... I think if we'd done something else with our lives we'd both be better off now...


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