College friend

I consider myself a pretty lucky guy. But I had no idea how lucky I was when Paul became my roommate freshman year. For starters, Paul easily passed for 21, which we famously exploited more than once. But more importantly, his mother sent care packages every week. Mrs. Malone, I have still never tasted a fudge brownie better than yours. I sure hope you taught Paul how to make those brownies, because, Linda, that would be at least one redeeming quality in a husband!