The next road trip, part deux
Over dinner (spareribs, baked apples, stewed tomatoes, creamed spinach, lima beans and cheese biscuits, none of it cooked from scratch by moi), I asked Gailor if she had made a reservation for the nicest restaurant in Evanston for next Friday night.
"Do it soon," I told her. "It's going to be hard to get a reservation with everyone's parents being there for moving in day."
She just laughed at me. "You think a lot of other people will have their parents taking them to business school?"