Leave it to a hurricane
You are here April 8, 2021
I was working in an air-conditioned fish lab late one afternoon, under bright fluorescent lights, the acrid smell of newly preserved specimens in the air. During that 1979 spring semester, I was a graduate student at Corpus Christi State University (CCSU) in Texas, and I was taking an ichthyology class for my anticipated research project on coral reef fish off Veracruz, Mexico. My lab partner told me he was just rejected by the Peace Corps for a job setting up a marine park in the Caribbean. Unfortunately, he did not have two years of marine research experience and he was not an advanced scuba diver.