Yesterday, my baby brother packed his stuff and headed off to start his freshman year at U of Iowa. While the punk broke family tradition by eschewing Northern Iowa, which my parents, middle bro, and I attended, at least he didn’t go to Iowa State and become a Cyclown. I was unable to lend my finely honed and practiced dorm moving skills due to work, but the previous night all of us brothers had gotten drunk so I figured that was a sufficient enough send off.
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