Our freshman year of college, wearing his frat boy uniform of khakis and a polo, Ruffin made a passing reference to our book. While he had long before moved on to Catcher in the Rye and re-runs of Dallas, I returned to its safe pages, finally adding my own marginalized comments next to his: “Grown-ups don’t believe anything we say,” “Grown-ups are weird,” and “Are we really going to get old?” When I shared my revisions with him, his stare became blank and his voice matter-of-fact: We all grow up. My confusion now seems justified – what is the hurry?
April 9, 2007
April 9, 2012