Within one week most of us will pile into the old family mini-van, drive over the river and through the woods and take a right at the first stoplight to our grandparents' homes for a nice, filling family meal. Sadly enough, this thought occurred to me at a recent Office of Career Services Manners Dinner. If you know the Caleb Mills House, there's one large dining room table that seats between ten and fourteen.
Extra guests sit in the adjacent room at smaller tables.
Well, I did, but it was certainly better eating with alumni and students than five year olds. There's a stigma to the card table that you're not quite important enough to sit at the adult's table. Then, like the Creation of Man scene from the Sistine Chapel, Grandpa extends his hand upon me and grants the open seat to me. This is a philosophical question you must then ponder, so think about it only before, during or after the meal has started. While Thanksgiving is not the holiday of Epicurius, still, try to eat, drink and be merry.