With the Thanksgiving turkey, stuffing, and green bean casserole settling in our distended stomachs, we headed down to the unfinished basement of my Uncle Jack's ranch-style home in Jenison, Michigan for a holiday game of pool. Two months into my junior year in college, I was beginning to feel the pressure to do something to justify all the tuition paid on my behalf; that is, to find a vocation, so I could get a good job and make something of…
David J. LeugsNovember 1, 2011