The Easy Gullibility at the Heart of Self Proclaimed Identity
In the parlance of a generation a few beyond my own "I don't care what you call me as long as you don't call me late for dinner."
In the parlance of a generation a few beyond my own "I don't care what you call me as long as you don't call me late for dinner."
When Ali, Casey, and I were in college down in central Illinois, we lived in this great place just a block off campus. It was situated at the top of a hill overlooking the town smack dab in the middle of Greek Row, snuggled between the Beta and SAE houses—a modest, three-bedroom house with a front porch and back patio, and yard that made it ideal for barbecues and other themed or not themed parties.