It's That Special Time of the Year...

...When the students come back to town.

You know it from the congested roadways and pile-ups, the once-dead-suddenly-hopping bar zone o' town, the busy book stores with tents out front...  You just know it.

And if you've been out of school for anywhere from 1-50 years and you live near a college...you dread it.

I KNOW students are people.  I was one once.  I KNOW we shouldn't hate on them universally, or judge them, or wish they and their parents would drive the fucking speed limit or get the fuck off the road.

But still...


A student just walked in the front doors of the hotel, went into the elevator with her father, and asked him:

"Floor One or Two?"


-Wednesday.