Back to black and gold

Ah, the college years. An inconsistent, remarkable, oft-changing period marked by severe mood swings, laughter, depression, longing, and a history of people I'll never forget (both good and bad). How I'd love to relive those days.

And I will! In April, I'm headed back to Missouri. My she-friend and I are going to Kansas City for a wedding. The next day, we're taking the rental car to Columbia for yet another pointless post-college day of reflection. How I've missed the joys of Columbia...The Forum 8, with its fabulous entertainment arcade...the Simon and Garfunkel feel of the city...the sights of a college campus bustling with so many strangers who look like extras from Where the Red Fern Grows...

Yes, 'twil be good to return.