My wife and I recently attended a concert. It was our first since COVID. The band, Death Cab for Cutie, was a favorite of hers from high school and college. I knew a few of their bigger hits and generally liked their music in their heyday, but I wouldn’t consider myself a fan.
The whole experience, while generally pleasant, served as a sharp reminder that I’ve become my father. It begins with booking. Before I agreed to go, I checked two things: the UT Basketball schedule and my calendar. The first is self-explanatory (although by the time this column is published, my optimism for the season has likely been for naught). The second concern requires some explanation. Read the full article in the April 2023-Volume 51 Issue 4 of DICTA.