Thursday, August 19, 2010
If you ever find yourself near your old college campus and consider a sentimental stroll, my advice is, don't.
I had occasion recently to be near my alma mater, for reasons that had nothing to do with it. But I did wander around a bit. The setting, the building, the local stores had changed to the point where I felt like Rip Van Winkle. And the students just looked so young to me. Which means I probably looked a little like Rip to them.
All the depressing cliches about the unforgiving nature of time occurred to me.
I've spent better afternoons.