Back in '91, I made plans to dive into the Great Red Spot of Jupiter on
July 4, 2076. This is by far the most distant thing I have inked into
my calendar, winning by an overwhelming margin of 64 years. While I've
managed to remember the date despite the
late-night-at-Hampshire-College environs in which this plan was
hatched, I've completely forgotten who else swore this oath with me.
Guess I'll see them there!
Thanks go out to autopope for reminding me of my interest in extreme orbital re-entry diving.