Mac & Cheese

and every day Thanksgiving

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My dad and I went to college together.

He was in his grad program while I was in my undergrad program. Every other week during my first two years of college, he drove down to the city, picked me up from my dorm room, and took me grocery shopping. Then we’d walk across the street to Whole Foods and fill a brown, paper box each from the buffet. We’d eat like kings for $9.40 total.

I got my undergrad at Colorado Christian University where I had Fridays off and sat in small and well-lit classrooms and talked about literature. The professors sometimes brought tea for us to both enliven and calm our conversations.

My dad went to the Naval Academy for his undergrad where they gave him freezing cold showers, a thin blue blanket, and a “drop and give me twenty” every twenty steps he took.

And he got a kick out of reminding me of this.