Uh-oh. I've been found. Ah well, it's my own fault, really, for testing the links on the site. “Unpleasant confrontation” is possibly too strong a word, although I don't know how I could have phrased it more innoculously. Umm... maybe, “heated discussion”? Nah, that's worse. “A frank exchange of views”? Maybe that would be better. I don't know quite how to describe the law school classroom experience, though.
I don't quite understand what Will is thinking with that post. I can't really relate; my father was a pharmacist, so I got to see what he was doing at work all the time. Just counting pills, explaining to people what the medicine was going to do, etc. My dad often filled a prescription for me, no big deal. I do know that my kids are growing up too dang fast, though.
Oh, and I
don't think it'll make Will feel any better, but I'm actually
closer in age to Eugene
Volokh than him (assuming he was born later than 1980, which
I think is a fairly safe assumption). And if you think that fact
might get me a bit down, well, you'd be right. Even worse,
though, is this
web site. Or this
Boy, talk about a generic blog. What can I say, I'm not a design guy. My brother says he'll design a template for me if I want...
These are the sites that I read the most:
Marvelous ways to waste an afternoon