Rod was my fierce competitor. At midnight, and long-after-midnight, on the 5th floor. We were competing for the most fundamental physicists' night-life support facility - the microwave. He would make his nicely smelling tea, and I, my cheap instant coffee. Somehow, always at the same time! Those liquids would usually get cold by the time we would finish our discussions about just anything, but always something *really important*. What a wonderful competition!