Last night I had a special treat. I was invited to play a game of Clue with some of my students. But this wasn't just any game of Clue; oh, no, it was a special, customized version they had made themselves to represent my college and the personalities there. The "rooms" on the game board were pictures of various buildings, the characters were professors (represented by a tiny, one-square-inch color photograph as a playing piece, plus larger color photographs on the laminated "Suspect" cards), and the weapons were things like "Textbooks of Torture," "Red Pen of Doom," and "Cafeteria Spoon." And, instead of the standard "Who killed Mr. Body?" we had to discover "Who killed Pastor Gangel?"

It was a lot of fun!

Q: Was I one of the selected professors to be made into a Clue character?
A: Yes, of course.

Q: Did I have fun playing myself?
A: No, of course not. I'm myself all the time. When I played Clue, I played Prof. Collier. Which was good, because I (or, rather, my Clue-character) turned out to be the killer. Sometimes it's good not to be me.