CIA (the other one)

(cooking in my dorm; wonder who my teacher was?)
I feel a little more connected to the States, to "back home" when I get emails like this:





"I have just been formally accepted to the Culinary Institute of America. Thanks for all your help."

So that makes me pretty happy. I've been desiring a turn in his life as much as anyone else, including him, and now it's finally here. At last, I'll drive over to Will's place and he just won't come to the door, he won't ride in the front, won't hit the batting cages with me, won't always be there. He'll be somewhere else, doing something else--something that really matters. And everyone is better because of it. Congratulations, Brian. We're extremely excited for you.
-BW