When I was in college, my roommate John -- who was a sweet, talented guy, but more than a little bit neurotic -- used to make the most amazing paper airplanes. He had one design that, when launched from one railing inside the atrium of the fine arts building, could actually gain altitude -- if it happened to be a summer day and someone happened to open the door, letting in a zephyr of warm air. We took another of his planes (which we had outfitted with bottle rockets for jet assist) to the new 10-story tower being constructed on campus -- which led to a crazy adventure I know some of you have heard about, but the rest of you will have to wait for another day. Maybe.
But John and I never envisioned anything like this.