The academic year of 1997-1998, our senior year at Huntington College (now Huntington University), Cal, Jared, Dave and I lived together in a yellow house on Himes Street.  It occurred to me the other night on my run that it would be really interesting if we had a conversation about our lives and how we have changed since then.  I'm also interested in the ways in which we have NOT changed. Although we are all white men who (I take it) lean left socially and politically, I suspect there is nevertheless quite a range in the beliefs, values, and experiences we have had.  No topic is off the table: relationships, sex, parenting, religion, politics (writ large)--basically any topic, including ones that we are socialized not to discuss in polite company.  This blog is about that.

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  1. calMarch 13, 2021 at 1:56 PM

    I had some trepidation about signing on to Matt's invitation to this blog. This was largely due to a complicated relationship to HC. I wouldn't trade those years for anything and I would strongly discourage any young person that I cared about from attending the institution (the idea of my daughter at HC is terrifying). It also is rooted in having fallen out of touch with mostly everyone from HC. That disconnect from relationships is also what made me decide that I'm in. I'm really curious about the ways that we have evolved and interested in reviving relationships.

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