I remember my college friends. I remember NYC. I remember the upper west side. I remember.
Nice to remember. Then, also, nice to go home to things I don't have to remember for long. Of course, one person at home is one I remember from school as well: my wife. We met in college, my junior year. Didn't get married for a while yet, but we started going out then. So, 25th year reunion is even longer for how long I've been with the woman I married. Still happy. Pretty amazing, that.
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