We read “The Stranger” during our senior year in high school. When I think about it, that was a bit progressive for a Catholic school in the 1980’s. The same school that fired a teacher for being gay just a few years ago.
Around the same time, my dad asked me if I was reading anything interesting. I told him that we were reading a book by an existentialist author. He asked me who and I told him Albert Camus…. then he suddenly quoted the words on today’s Morning Chalkboard.
Forty years later, I can proudly say that I have never experienced a broken heart. Bruised up, but never broken.
It’s tourney time and that means there are broken hearts hanging on every brackets.
Good luck to all of your teams and may we all win the office pool.
