When I was 18 and had just moved to Seattle to attend art school, a friend's father introduced me to a wealthy older friend of his who was an art lover and who lived in Seattle. This family friend took me and my visiting friend out for lunch at an upscale restaurant. I decided to order something I'd never had before, something I guessed was eaten only by the jet-set: prawns. I got a plate full of prawns and proceeded to eat them — tails, shells, and all. It was like eating glass. No one said a thing. I concluded it is probably better to just be myself. I still love me some Kraft Mac-n-cheese.
The following links are virtual breadcrumbs marking the 27 most recent pages you have visited in Bucknell.edu. If you want to remember a specific page forever click the pin in the top right corner and we will be sure not to replace it. Close this message.