My early childhood was spent watching my parents finish college. They were both Fine Arts majors, which meant the crowd they hung around was eclectic (most of them smoked serious amounts of ganja and had at least dabbled in psychedelics - it was the late 60's, after all), artistic, and very much not the type of people my grandparents socialized with. My grandparents, a metalurgical engineer grandpa and a nurse grandma, were cut out of different cloth. The kind that doesn't ever dabble in psychedelics unless they're prescribed by a licensed physician, and they were very much salt of the earth. Anyway, I spent a LOT of time with my grandparents. They helped raise me, and certain images from that era of my life will remain permanently etched in my psyche. One that was just triggered by a big black fly trying buzzing against the sunlit window in our dining room is one of Grandpa Jack's relentless decimation of flying insects. He was one focused dude, and used a flyswa...