Whatever happened to the guy who stole my sanskrit poetry book in Music Theory class at the U. of Akron ('80)?

He got hit by a bus in '95. Fortunately the book was in his study book shelf. His wife gave it to Goodwill, where it was sold to a fellow named Peter. Peter read it, and then gave it to his friend Frank. Frank has still not returned the book to Peter, but Peter has forgotten. Oh, and by the way, the book is now in Pittsburgh.

He changed his name to Larry and opened a dry cleaning business in Tulsa, OK.

I saw him yesterday, he was bombing at open mike night at the New Delhi Deli on fifth and st. james.

Poor you, I understand your desperate move.

It was me, I am the one armed man!

That's horrible.

I hope you find another one like it.