Now I’ll Tell You Everything
1 THE U OF M
The day I left for college, Lester borrowed a pickup for all my stuff.
“Anything that can’t fit in the back can’t go, Al,” he said.
“I’ve got to take my beanbag chair. That’s a must,” I declared, jumping down off the back end and wiping my hands on my cutoffs.
“Take it! Take it!” Dad said. “Just promise you’ll leave it there.”
We joke that while some kids suck their...