Lost Tribe

To my chagrin, I’ve lost track of many of the friends and acquaintences I made during my two years at Millsaps College, particularly the guys in cube B1 at Galloway Hall, several of Allen Scarboro’s disciples in the sociology department, and my fellow English majors and creative writing students. Though I’ve lost touch, I value the friendships I made at Millsaps. If any of you happen to visit this site, I invite you to drop me a note; I’d be delighted to hear from you.

Cordially,

Ross

Heartbeat

Kristi and I went to her doctor today to hear our fourth child’s heartbeat, which clocked in at about 145 beats per minute. The medical student attending was able to locate it rather quickly. Stay tuned for the ultrasound.

Ross

Vandals

As I was pulling out of my parking spot to head out for my afternoon appointments today, the rear window of my car crumbled in. Sometime in the middle of the night last night, some guys had come through the neighborhood to smash car windows. Kristi was awake around that time, but she was unaware of what awoke her. She heard a car tearing down our street without stopping, despite there being a stop sign along the street about every block or two.

Naturally, I reported the damage to the police. The officer who took the report informed me that he'd taken three other reports of smashed windows a block east of us. It's a relatively inexpensive repair, but a major annoyance: there's shattered glass all over the twins' car seats; I canceled all of my appointments today for fear of getting rain in the car and acting like an unbearable grump in front of my students; and I gave up a day's worth of income in the bargain. We're supposed to have rain showers tomorrow morning.

I suppose this was great sport for the obtuse cretins who did it during their time off from their fast food careers. Brilliant, guys. What cowards.