by Lindsey Chester
It was a sunny winter evening in 1998 when we entered the Bohemian Café. I remember being deafened by the roar of hungry lions in my bowels and the induced salivation as the succulent aromas from neighboring tables wafted by. I puzzled over the strange texture of the cloth lain ready to endure the onslaught of vino, debris and crayons.
A record scratched to a halt in my subconscious, "crayons?" I questioned.
No sooner had I begun to ponder this thought than my attention was drawn to Marvin's voice, "So Lindsey, tell me, what are you studying at this present time?" I believe my response could be summarized in three simple words, Polymerase Chain Reaction. On saying this, glasses were cast aside, plates piled and cloth flattened.
"Crayons", I requested.
Some time passed. Many words were exchanged and crayons blunted. A weave of DNA and test tubes arose in front of me, surrounded by primers, genetic codes and procedures. Neurons were firing in a state of hyperactivity when out of nowhere the waiter fumbled, "I see you are busy, I'll come back later." To this day I dare not think what he saw on that tablecloth. To Marvin and I it was a masterpiece.
Happy Birthday Marvin.