Memories…

In my undergraduate days, I lived with four other guys in a house on North Lincoln. This was in Bloomington, Indiana. All of us were "neighbors" our first year, Freshmen in the dorms. We became friends and decided to live together our second year. For the next four years, we stayed roommates through school, through graduation and had a wonderful time.

In that lovely house (which was perpetually messy and full with alcohol and drugs), we had a fireplace. A big, honest to goodness, true fireplace. And each winter, we’d chip in money for a rick of wood.

It’s been some five years since I’ve lived anywhere with a fireplace.