Back to school.
Creating memories! Creating meaningful relationships! Creating nostalgia for tastes that linger like shots of jagger on a frat house porch or half digested fried mac and cheese bites on their way back up. Lily comes of age and then Chloe comes of age and then Beatrix comes of age. I am facing the tame indignities of the good old days like walls that sweat and grubby freshman hands fondling a sheet cake. I am thinking deeply about the University position.