MAYBE I REALLY AM A DRINKER
Why does news of my favorite campus bar closing bring tears to my eyes?
Even though the bouncer (we called him Bulldog, his real name was Dan and he was a nursing student) hated my guts and had me thrown out of the place every weekend until I turned 21, I still have fond memories of my days there. It's where I learned to drink. With other people.
Maybe it's that the college I remember has changed irrevocably. Marquette used to have an urban seediness I found real. It's all so campussy now.