He’d strum his guitar and lead us in a number of science-based filked versions of various carols

I have fond memories of the times I saw Dr. Platt, when he would come to our dorm’s “Eastmas” celebration. He’d strum his guitar and lead us in a number of science-based filked versions of various carols (some dating themselves with reference to avoiding the draft), and ending in “It Ain’t the Money.”

Jonathan Beall, '07
Seattle, WA