Tony the Paleontologist

My friend Tony is a paleontologist.  He is also a mean-ass scrabble player (plays the little old ladies in tournaments, beats them by exploiting their deepest fears by spelling such things as "incontinence" and "your grandchildren never return your phone calls").  He has a letter from a school kid on his office door in the Life Sciences building that reads something like: "Dear Dr. Friscia thank you for coming to our class and teaching us about fossils and dinosaurs and stegasaurus is my favorite dinosaur and did you know that shit is poop?"  Tony also once offered to take my rock-climber exboyfriend on some trip and then drop him.  Which is, like, I assume against some rock-climber code, joking about dropping.  Anyway it was sweet.  Because Tony is sweet.  Today I was complaining about the bone-crushing agony of my dissertation revisions, as per usual, and he sent me an Uncle Tupelo song on itunes.  Which made my whole day.  So I would like to ask all of you to please, next time you're on south campus, to swing by Life Sciences 5114 and leave a note on his door that reads "Dear Dr. Friscia, _____ is my favorite dinosaur and did you know that shit is poop?"

Because I think that would make his day.