I'm sure you can't be surprised by the timing of this post, though I am always surprised that nobody else seems to notice it like I do. We graduated four years ago today. Mathematically speaking, you could fit a half-dozen new Norton children in that amount of time. Our lovely mother-blognea created this place for us, and here we have been, like children who only come home when they are called to dinner or bed.

It was great seeing Lenny's Cinco de Moustache on Monday. My own celebration was referenced in terms I'd rather not relay here, but it was still a good celebration. I think JD was in on the festivities too. Now Babyface Hubka goes to work with a cold chill on his cheeks, and it's a little bit like graduating (the feeling of loss, that is). That was a long time ago, wasn't it?

I really don't have much to talk about. I'm looking for plane tickets in a vain attempt to show for a younger Mann's wedding next month. Don't get your hopes up, either of you - it's just too expensive. It would be a great excuse to be back, but I might have to save up if we're at all serious for a 5-year here all too soon.

It's official, regardless of how you reckon it. We've lived longer away from school than in it (a few of you don't count, working there afterwards). I'll try not to call out every anniversary from here out, or worry that a month will pass without a post. Four years is a long blog, by today's standard. I'm sure I'll see most of you sometime soon.

Sincerely,

Your Friendly Neighborhood Hubka