You down with OCD? Yeah, you know me
It’s 1987. A 17-year-old freshman (won’t turn 18 until April 1988) is wandering around campus on the Friday night after orientation.
Wait, why are people out drinking? It’s freshman orientation, so aren’t we all underage? I’m at a great school with smart people. Smart people don’t break the rules!
It’s 2020. A 50-year-old writer is working on a document that explains the spreadsheet that explains a book.
That column doesn’t line up. Maybe if I reduce the font on Kristine Lilly’s list of major tournaments. But then…