July 27, 2005

Vacation Blogging: An Ode to a Familiar Toilet

Yesterday I went to my alma mater to chat with some professors. In my mind, the highlight of the day was going to be having lunch with a good friend of mine, Bill Dautierieve. Instead, the highlight of the day was visiting the bathroom, one floor down from my old office, last stall, next to the painted over window. There is something comforting about the familiar feel of porcelain, the 'grout' jokes written in pencil in the tiny space between tiles, and the tag announcing that some one from the 32nd Street Crips had shared the experience in 1999. Ah, how rare the toilet induced melancholy!

By Rusty Shackleford, Ph.D. at 11:28 AM | Comments |