at Iowa State University, with the Memorial Union looming in the background. If you follow the south shore west toward Friley Hall to the swan nesting area, a good metal detector may turn up my Josten's class ring (1969) in the muck underwater, just offshore. It's got an emerald cabochon and an old-fashioned heft that may be worth about $1000 at today's gold prices. I threw it to the glimmerducks back in 1970 — not bad for a mad black fit of unemployed hippie despair. Ah, the sturm. Ah, the drang. Ah, the wunderjar, possibly mayonnaise.