Quam Fluctus Diversi, Quam Mare Conjuncti

Last week, I went to an historical signing and talk at Olsson's Books and Records in Old Town Alexandria. While I was waiting upstairs at the bookstore, the author, whom I recognized from the jacket cover, walked by me to the public restroom in the back. As I browsed through another shelf, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the good professor open the door to an occupied bathroom. A very feminine shriek subsequently filled the store and he quickly apologized and backed away, the door slamming shut again. Dick Van Dyke couldn't have handled the situation with more elan. The only thing that could've been more embarrassing would be having this same woman sit right in front of him during his lecture, which, of course, is exactly what happened. It was glorious struggle to not snicker the whole time. It was a good talk, though, and he autographed my book.
















When I was an undergraduate, I did many social things at alma mater. Two of the most memorable were working at the university radio station and joining a debate and literary society. The latter's unique combination of erudition and puerility appealed greatly to me. Oration and onanism in equal measure.

I still go back every so often and am fortunate to still have many of those friendships, especially the ones formed through the annual alumni functions. Every few years, I meet one or two new Washies whom I usually click with right away. They remind me of why I joined way back in the mid-90s.


History of the Washington Literary Society and Debating Union, Part 1



History of the Washington Literary Society and Debating Union, Part 2



History of the Washington Literary Society and Debating Union, Part 3



History of the Washington Literary Society and Debating Union, Part 4