Sublime

He wrote Forrest Ashby that he was thinking of moving to Canada to be a high school teacher.

everyone around the Saint Paul levees came to know “Jim” Hill, his name usually rendered as one word, “Jimhill,” a man who always seemed up on anything and everything that went on.

Jeff though had something his classmates did not, a vision, backed by intent.

“I now bleed Morgan blood,” he says. “This is what I am going to do until they don’t want me here anymore.”

Good Judgment Project.

Doug spent even more time writing faxes to his two grown kids—Angie, nineteen, and Jaime, twenty-seven—whom he’d raised as a single father.

One other oddly big thing happened to Sam at the beginning of his junior year. Completely out of the blue, a twenty-five-year-old lecturer in philosophy at Oxford University named Will Crouch* reached out and asked to meet with him. Sam never learned how the guy had found him—probably from the writing Sam had been doing on various utilitarian messa

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