By Dave Lindorfff
When I was back in eighth grade, my science teacher, Mr. Malone, a
brittle old man with a shock of white hair and a stern classroom
demeanor, but a sharp sense of humor, had made a banner that ran across
the top of the blackboard. It read: “If you can’t measure it, it
doesn’t exist.”
I used to ponder at that admonition every morning back in 1962, and
its message did sink in, as I think it did in the minds of every
student in the class who wasn’t just falling asleep in the back of the
room, or idly daydreaming. Students in that class went on to become
brain surgeons, genetic engineers, writers, computer scientists,
horticulturalists and lawyers. I don’t think too many of us are
conspiracy theorists.