I was carrying the stack out of Blair Hall when I heard two girls talking. “What’s with the whole list thing?” the first girl asked. Frizzy-haired and chunky, she looked like the stereotypical best friend on some eighties sitcom. “It’s like a hobby,” her friend said. She was the pretty one, weari...
But Rochester was antsy, even after our regular walk and his bowl food. He kept rocketing around the living room and the only thing I could do was take him for a long walk, and use the opportunity to check out my newly-discovered neighbor, Sal Piedramonte. It was still early evening, the sky a vi...