. . . or, how Bill Anderson decided to recharge his middle-aged batteries by donning a college beanie and fraternizing with the young folk at San Diego's Mesa College. The author, also referred to as ""the old poop,"" shoots off one-liners like a souped-up BB gun, and the wife, a.k.a. Big Red, matches him tit for tat. Tit for tat also happens to be Anderson's kind of humor and a lot of the guffaws concern udderly bra-less coeds and the younger generation's disdain of depilatory cream. There are also jibes a-plenty at today's trendy curricula--Macrame III, Advanced Golf, etc. Among Anderson's new school chums there's an oversized black buck named James Washington who sports a tee shirt emblazoned with the words ""Up Yours,"" and Sylvia the torso, a very nice lady born without limbs. Anderson's qualms at returning to college vanish as he soon finds out the kids can learn from him even as he begins to understand their farout hippie ways. Middle-aged and middle-brow, with more smirks than laughs.