I am about 98.7% sure that this was the first story I read when I came back from watching my younger sprog graduate from college, and the attendant swamping out of the dorm room and crossing of mountains on the way home. I wrote a comment, then, I believe, and then had "post comment" aphasia and left it on thewayside.

I hope that recommending it at the crack_van makes up for that nonsense, and that sincere if belated admiration is acceptable.

Julia, I grow old, I grow old, I wear the bottom of my trousers rolled...