Oct 14, 2009 1

Spartans Unite!

Whenever a trip to California looms, I begin to strategize ways to spend time with a jillion people within three days. That’s when the stress begins.

But careful planning (e.g. congregating the masses in one place) allows me to see a majority of my beloveds, particularly those of the Spartan variety. These are the people who saw me through the latter half of my college career, the half that was driven by deadlines, kryptonite and a small pub called the Flying Pig.

Miles and schedules may get in the way, but we manage to stay in touch (thanks, Internets!). And in touch we shall stay until senility gets in the way.