By Peter Weiss
“Oh, I got plenty o’ nuthin’, an’ nuthin’s plenty for me…”.
—”Porgy and Bess” George Gershwin, 1935
Bright opposing beams of gold ions finally were playing chicken within the tunnels of a vast new particle collider on Long Island. The scientists in the control room were delighted to have their machine up and running after 9 years of construction, but they also felt let down. They had expected to observe brilliant splats from head-on collisions between ions. During the 2 hours allotted for their run, they had seen zilch.