Change of Venue

I went to my 25th Yale reunion. When I slunk back to the dorm at 8am on Saturday morning, one of my (five, male, married-and-kidded) suite-mates for the weekend said: Rachel, you are living the life we all wished we'd lived 25 years ago. Yessirree Bob. It was a blast. Going back for the reunion was more fun than going to Yale. Here's what I wrote about the 20th reunion. The next installment will be juicier.

Then, last Sunday, I came home to an empty house.

Iris and I moved to Spokane three years