Sunday Morning

I was at my 25th High School reunion last night at Polytechnic School. I always knew that place was special, filled with wicked smart people and amazing faculty. I was lucky to have gone there. Seeing so many old friends, swapping stories of glories past, it does get one into quite a melancholy place, in a good way.

Hence the early morning Pasadena gloom out the window feels just about right to… » Full Story on John Battelle's Searchblog