Thanks for the ride

Waxing sentimental. It's something every senior columnist does at the end of his or her four years at Tufts, but I'm not going to pretend to make this poetic. If you don't know me, or you don't like me, you probably won't care much about any of this. But I think I'm becoming somewhat like my grandmother - she's so old now that she doesn't care what she says to anybody. If you're still reading, bear with my rambling mind.