There’s nothing like a trip to one’s old college to make one feel both young and old at the same time. It’s all simultaneously so familiar and yet so far in the past. Today my friend Denise and I took her daughter back to university after a couple of days at home. We saw her dorm room, had lunch together in a typical college town establishment, and strolled the main street on a beautiful football game day. It was as if I’d only left yesterday until Michelle’s friend Patrick greeted one of my remarks with “My grandma says the same thing.” Little snot.