Senior year at ND, we lived in Campus View apartments and when we didn't go to The Great American Hot Dog Stand or Fat Shirley's truck stop, we'd come home after the bars closed at 3:00 am and cook scrambled eggs. Fast forward 32 years...I started with beers at 4 and switched to Makers Mark at 7:00. Everyone left a half hour ago and I got an urge for scrambled eggs. God damn scrambled eggs I'm cooking 4 hours before the old days. Getting old sucks. When I'm done with the eggs, I'm going to pour another Makers and contemplate how wimpy I've become. It's 11 f'ing 30 and I'm making scrambled eggs.
Sad.
Sad.
