I asked my grandfather how many times he’d been beaten with a broom in college after he described his freshmen experience.
“Oh, not too much.”
I pressed. How much was that? Three times? Five?
“Maybe 20 times a day.”
Thoughts displayed visually, from the eyes of an ambitious 20 something trying to go against the grain.
by Peter Fall Ranger
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