I once had a favorite professor at the University of Minnesota who was everything you wanted in a teacher: Brilliant. Challenging. Thoughtful. Full of wise advice.
He was also completely dumbfounded by anything mechanical, whether it was a recording device or a simple pull-down video screen. I once helped him get a bottle of water out of vending machine.
He was the cliché of the absent-minded professor, a caricature of someone who was able to negotiate the lofty heights of thought but wasn't very dexterous with the practical.
The professor came to mind this week for some reason I can't recall.
Wait a minute; now I remember: The U disclosed to this newspaper a few days ago just how it lost money selling beer and wine at the new football stadium.
Let that sink in for a minute.
It lost money selling booze. To football fans. And students.
The last time I went to a Gophers football game, I sat right next to the student section. I seem to recall feeling like I was surrounded by human cash machines who would dispense all their disposable income if you simply inserted beer.