“Dad?” he called from the dining room.
“Yes…?” I answered from the study.
“Is it ok if I stay at college for sixteen years?”
I didn’t say a thing.
“… There are so many good classes.”
I laughed, remembering how I used to get all dreamy and itchy as I leafed thru the course catalog when I was in school. I got up and walked into the dining room.
He had papers spread out on the table before him, papers covered with scribblings: BIOL, POLT, SOCI, ECON, ENVS, HISP. And the browser on his computer had several windows open showing graduation requirements and course descriptions and the schedule for next semester.
He pointed to a class that had caught his eye. A sociology class: Alcohol and culture.
Hmmm.
…
Well anyway, Happy New Year to you!