Back to School • 1995
Back to School: Mr. Multiple Choice Lives in Vermont; I Was a Teenage Seminarian; Courses We Wish We Could Take; Philip Baruth Immortalizes Metronome; Ho! Boys Do Good
Alison
She was picking up a small stack of four ones — four ones she’d been monitoring for 20 or 30 minutes, trying to tell if they were tip or barchange — when it began again, the need. Four clean dollars in a pile didn’t come along all that often, and as soon as it was…
The Pies Have It: Is pizza a student’s best friend? One very picky critic rates the home-delivered variety
If you were to pile up all the pizza sold in Burlington in just one month, you’d probably have a wobbly tower taller than any of the city’s buildings. Were the tower to topple into Lake Champlain, the resulting tidal wave of grease hurtling toward the Adirondacks would pose an environmental hazard of magnificent proportions.…
The Way We Were: A former seminarian revisits alma matters
When you’re in school you never think about reunions 10, 15 or 20 years down the road. Why should you? At 18 you’re still creating the past you’ll someday wax sentimental about. But if you live long enough, one day the letter will arrive in the mailbox announcing a reunion of your graduating class. Mine…
