Just spent a fine hour reminiscing with Jon about our dear alma mater, Stutts University.

I
remember thinking I might spend my entire sophomore year wandering the
hallowed halls (and hollowed walls) of beloved Harriman.  Fortunately, it was only a week,
and thanks to a small vent in what I later learned was the south wall,
there was a supply of fresh air.

It’s not on my resume anymore,
but at one point I was head mimeographer for Look Out, the campus
juggling journal, in the years before we realized our limitations and
became the Dropping Things from a Great Height Society.  How I miss
those days.  We made some fabulous loud noises.

Unfortunately, one of our old schoolmates has just written a bitter diatribe against beloved Stutt.

Under no circumstances should you click that link.  None.