Dropping science

You never know what’s going to happen when you sit down with The Rooster and get through some beers. It can range from the bizarre to the sublime. We were watching the Pistons seemingly forever ago (although it was really, what, last month), when he excused himself from the bar, walking out to Woodward Avenue and returning 10 minutes later, off the street, with this, handed to me in here-ya-go form: