Let me open this with a case study in irony. For the last 13 years of my life, I’ve bled scarlet and gray and conditioned myself to dislike anything associated with Michigan. I told myself I would never live in Michigan. I would never be friends with someone who goes to UM, and the only reason I would ever to go Ann Arbor is to watch Ohio State beat Michigan every other November. Then, I graduated from Ohio State, spent 6 months looking for a job, and ended up getting a fantastic job in the Detroit suburbs, one of my best friends is a student at UM, and I spent most of my Saturday in Ann Arbor playing golf and hanging out.
North of the Border: Passing Time during Week One
