ABSTRACT
Last February, I found myself in Outer Mongolia-Ulan Batar, to be exactamong a group of, well, Outer Mongolians. Now, Mongolia is just as remote, sparse, and isolated as you might imagine. And at that time of the year.. .let me just say that I will never complain again about a Chicago winter. You have to imagine me bundled up like an Eskimo, because it was 42 degrees below zero and windy, and I kept thinking that mother Africa did not make me for such a fate. But there I was, courtesy of a university program that sends members of the faculty to places like this one, addressing a group of denizens of this windblown icy region.
