work work work

Not me, the Man. The Man at his new job in his new office. I found myself there today waiting on him to wrap up a few things before we could head off to a lecture on Hemingway. I sat at the very desk he sat as an intern in that same office.

In May 2007 we both graduated from the University of Evansville and now he finds himself back were he started his profession with words. Words words words, work work work. He loves it though and it makes him happy.

And now we can spoil ourselves with lectures (classes and more degrees if we so desire in time) of all sorts.