Marking the Beginning of The End

Marking the Beginning of The End

It's starting to happen. The year is ending. The dissertation due date is growing closer. And the group of classmates is starting to disperse.

B was the first to go. We saw him off with a visit to Borough Market this morning (where I had an entire American Thanksgiving [turkey, stuffing, cranberry] on a bun).

As any good Canadian would, he gave us each a badge by which to remember him. In his right pocket he had half Maple leaves and half Canadian flags. I was happy to have the flag.