My senior year in college I was at a late season track meet standing next to one of our school vans talking to the monk who was the regular driver. We'd had this van for a couple years, so it was surprising to see that Minnnesota had been spelled with a surplus N. I pointed it out to Fr John, who immediately impressed me with his command of off-color language, both in the breadth of vocabulary and the vigor of his presentation. It was even better after we checked the other side and found that they'd been consistent rather than accurate. Good times, good times.