Yes, Greg and I have known each other a long time. So long, in fact, that we’ve apparently become quite old. I have no idea how this happened, because we were pretty sure it was impossible. Something must’ve gone wrong.
Mayra’s actually visiting our old stomping grounds, while Greg and I celebrate the season by drinking like freshmen. I know, I know, Back To School isn’t a real holiday. It was invented by the greeting card companies. Still, we’ve got to cope somehow with time’s continual insistence on marching forward, don’t we?