Yesterday afternoon a colleague of mine gave a colloquium in the Anthropology Department. After the lecture, several folks headed down to the nearest libation-serving outside patio (as it was a nice spring afternoon) to pretend to be intellectual and discuss topics of great importance *chuckle*
This colleague was from Arkansas, but was born in Alaska. . . This had been revealed during his introduction, so I asked him about it and mentioned that it reminded me of a poem that my grandfather used to recite about a Tennesseean who died in the Alaska cold. My colleague immediately launched into Robert Service’s Cremation of Sam McGee line by line without pausing. . . Sure, I know it’s a classic, but the recitation was impressive nonetheless.
Check out the poem at: http://www.wordfocus.com/wordactcremation.html