Who's mad now?
Every now and then, a blood drive comes to campus and all I can do is sit, watch and remember the good old days when I could join in the fun. Nowadays, the American Red Cross won't touch my otherwise first-rate type O, because of the year I spent in England in the late 90s at the peak of the mad cow scare. They are now keen on making sure our blood supply doesn't get tainted. It's a reasonable precaution. It's too bad the American agricultural industry had not been so careful.

