I remember my dorm-mate John Paris. He had a silver tooth in front --
very unusual for the time. I helped him carry his hang glider (rather
heavy) about a mile or so to a remote part of campus, and watched him
practice. He would laboriously carry his hang glider up a small hill,
run to pick up speed, and glide for maybe 5 seconds. Then he'd repeat
the process. I still have dreams today about gliding like that. (Just
dreaming -- I have never flown a hang glider.)
My friend Richard Dingman in hairier days.