A STRANGE REUNION -- by Steve Nadis
In the 1970s, when I was just out of college, a bunch of friends (for the most part) and I rented the top floor of a house from a Harvard Law professor and his family. They say you can't go home again but last night we did, having a 30-year-reunion at the professor's Harvard Square dwelling during which we had a chance to tour our old digs and reminisce on old times. Not all of the gang attended. One of our roommates was not invited as he was arrested on child pornography charges a decade or so ago. We always thought he was a little odd but back when we were in our early-20s, we did not fully appreciate the extent of his weirdness. That bit of nastiness aside, it was a very enjoyable and surprising evening. How many landlords do something like that? It was so much fun, in fact, that I suggested to our hosts that they make it a Father's Day tradition. We all laughed at the idea but this was an event, despite its pleasantness, that will not be repeated.
