Jamie is in the back seat, sleeping. Luke is starting to doze off, too. Only Stephanie is awake, and mumbling about Barcelona. I suppose that’s fair, we are, after all, listening to that Crow’s song Holiday in Spain. We’re in the parking lot while Marion returns the UHaul.

Yale has been surreal. But then again, it always is. And whenever I drive my friends around, I feel older. This time I got to play the strikingly sober, strikingly responsible dad figure. With great power, and all that, I suppose.

Look for something more complete a few hours from now. We’ve got some driving to do.