Mad-Farming with Fred Bahnson (and the ecological perks of public urination)

I met Fred Bahnson back in grad school. We’d spend our lunches sitting on the steps of Duke Chapel playing chess. We were fairly even-matched. That is, we were both pretty bad at it. Nevertheless, it got us out of the classroom long enough to talk about Duke basketball–which is a lovely thing when you’ve made the mistake of taking a seminar on Immanuel Kant. I’d be a farmer, if I could have that hat. One person who was often a topic of our conversation... Read More