In Memoriam

Aaaaaand we’re back. Here are bits and pieces of the journal I kept during what was probably the craziest weekend of my life. I’ve snipped large chunks out because they are inappropriate for public consumption (if you want to know, you’re going to have to just ask me in person.) Bolded italic text was written now. Editor’s notes. That sort of thing. Plus, anything with an asterisk* by it will be explained in the MORE… section.

I have been wandering the Minneapolis airport with a big goofy grin on my face. I had stressed out so much about seeing Bill again, and about being in Northfield again - I’d practically made myself sick over it. I don’t know what I was expecting, exactly. Uncomfortable silences? Judgemental looks? I think I’d managed to convince myself that being at Carleton still constituted being on his turf … and that was definitely not the case. I have never felt like such a celebrity in my life. It was sweet.