The summer after my junior year of high school, I spent the summer in Ames, Iowa doing an engineering internship. My roommate for the summer was named Amber, and she was doing an internship doing something to do with cows. She and her friends at home would go to Walmart on weekends and run aroudn the store, pushing each other around in carts and ( Read more... )

In my random wanderings, I keep seeing people I think I might have gone to High School with. People who might have been in my graduating class, in fact, people I might have had classes with. People whose names I might have once known. People whose names maybe I should still know. Instead, I stare at them, sort of surreptitiously, trying to ( Read more... )