ARLINGTON, Va. -- I woke up Tuesday morning anxiously anticipating my second day of work. I scrambled out of bed and desperately tried to make sense of the Washington metro system so that I wouldn't be late this soon after my job had started. After agonizing over which bus to catch and where to take it, I groggily headed to what I hoped was the right bus stop.
So, some buddies and I are sitting at Time Out the other night, you know on one of those nights when you try to fight a tree for stepping on your shoe, and in between mouthfuls of fried okra we came to a frightening realization: We're the oldest people in the place. I look around me and see kids who look like their parents have just dropped them off after the freshman dance -- the high school freshman dance. (Oops, I mean freshperson dance. Wouldn't want to offend anybody.) When in the hell did this happen?
As the Duke University basketball game approaches us on Sunday, much will be written and said in the media about the great rivalry that we share on the basketball court with the pricks from Durham. Dickie V.