Are you kidding? Of course not! Cecil doesn’t let mere mortals that close to him! On the other hand, I have been to Ed’s home, drank his beer, and ogled his wife. 
My CV:
Mike Warns[sup]1[/sup], AKA dropzone, male, 53, BA in Anthropology from a school known more for its recent massacre than for its academics, which is a rotten shame, both because of the deaths and because its Anthro department is starting to come into its own. Used the degree to wangle a series of drafting and engineering jobs[sup]2[/sup], where I was considerably more likely to find a job without a PhD.
Despite an academic emphasis on Archaeology, my degree was little help in my report on archaeological booby traps, nor will my occasional drinking to excess help much in my upcoming report on Ripple wine because I was never able to stoop that low. Lower, sure, but I skipped that particular level.
I do research for an author friend and she doesn’t see my lack of any particular credentials as a limiting factor–and I used to be her student, so she should know better–so I end up writing poetry or explaining how to hide kiddie porn on a hard drive or, well, I can’t say anything about the upcoming stuff ;). Overspecialization is a product of the 20th century and a reliance on credentials leaves no room for the gifted amateur. I’m not comparing myself with gifted amateurs like Charles Darwin; sometimes the gift is just a willingness to work for free, and with a Staff Report the emphasis is on “work.” These things don’t just come out of some quick Googling. In fact, I’ve been going through the backlog of questions to yank the ones that can be answered with the same Google skills they’re teaching fourth graders these days.
I have one report I have been working on, off and on, for years as I translate articles from a language I don’t speak and try to find someone willing to comment on someone else’s mtDNA research. As a result, I’m almost becoming a minor authority on that topic and am at least as qualified to write an article for a general-interest magazine as any reporter or degreed professional.
You want footnotes? I got footnotes!
1 - Real name given because it’s in my bloody email address, already. Hardly a secret to somebody who makes the slightest effort. Want to know more about me? Google me. I’m the Mike Warns who doesn’t race yachts or vintage sports cars (I don’t know who they are, but I envy them), nor am I the one who works for St Paul’s bus company (he’s the son of my great-uncle Joe; I don’t envy him nearly so much). Oh, and I’m also not the one in all the soap opera summaries. I’m the boring one.
2 - Real conversation with a boss several years after he hired me: “So what if I was the only applicant with a degree. Anthropology has nothing to do with elevator control panels!”[sup]3[/sup] “It showed you could stick to something and finish it.” “It was the early Seventies. What was I supposed to do, join the Army and go to Vietnam?”
3 - Word to the wise: Only ask your boss why he hired you after a good review AND you’ve gotten him drunk. No, I didn’t need a doctorate to figure that out.