Lying on my back under a window in a corner of my mother’s dining room, I wondered what the particles floating in the sunbeam above my face were. Insects? Germs? Angels? “Dust motes” I had ...
J.R. Westfall: “We’ll give that five minutes. You have a stopwatch there. Why don’t you time it for five minutes?”
Posted February 5, 1998
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J.R. Westfall, San Diego fungus guru