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April 26, 2002
MiSciNet Shero--Joan Esnayra: It was late September 1990. The tide was turning, and an orange sun hung low in the clear Pacific sky. The entering graduate class sipped Corona and Negra Modelo, laughing and mingling with one another, as shark?s flesh roasted over an open grill. The faculty welcomed us with warmth and fattened us with flattery. I felt free and euphoric that afternoon. New friends were everywhere and the future ...

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