In defense of my lazy and entitled generation: an open letter to my elders.

That’s easy: 2001. My freshman year of college. I spent that year discussing religion and politics over eggs in diners at 2 AM. I found freedom in the simplicity of dorm life, comfort in the company of friends, and happiness in the occasional beverage. I learned to use a charcoal grill and to hit a Wiffl e ball, with great reliability, all the way over the bike path to the Tome Science Building. I developed a close personal relationship with the lyrical stylings of Jimmy Buffett, learned that Eric Clapton’s “Tears in Heaven” is the greatest acoustical guitar song ever, and I remember the weather was sunny that entire year. Man, those were my glory days.