I want to get around by getting grease on my hands, to lubricate the chain, and mind the oil. I want to work, to learn the mechanical art.
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Whenever I’m having a bad day, I know that when I show up to work, Cooper will be waiting there with a slobbery kiss for me.
The seminar is the hallmark of the small liberal arts college, the pinnacle of a Kenyon education. They’ve changed the way I think, the way I argue and the way I listen.
There is something uniquely independent in being able to go check for your own, personal mail at an old-timey Post Office, and I love it.
The day has been long, and even though I am tired, a smile crosses my face. This is home, even for a short time.