Schoolboys in Disgrace

        My alma mater, Villanova, are in the sweet sixteen of the NCAA Basketball Championships this week. I’m happy about that, but I’m not a big basketball fan. So normally, this would only marginally excite me. My chances of even watching the game would be fifty-fifty. This year, however, they’re playing in my home town of Boston. And some very dear college buddies, who are big hoop fans, are coming in from way out of town to go to the game. So I’m meeting them in the city on Thursday. As if that’s not good enough, if Villanova wins, some of them will stay to go to the game on Saturday. So I could be with these wonderful knuckleheads all weekend. Now THAT excites me.
        So I pulled this picture of us, taken at Halloween twenty-five years ago. Looking at it, I realized that Halloween, like good friendships, can actually get better with age.