It’s been Old Home Tour this week. Ventura, LA, Orange Counties.

I would’ve gone with “History is Selective” and/or “History is Contested”, but who am I to argue with her.

Speaking of history, here is where I took my first college history class, “Western Civilization A” with Geoffrey Symcox in the fall of 1980. The Neolithic Revolution, Hammurabi’s Code, Gilgamesh. May sound cliche, but life changing.

Fave “Western Civ” memory. One winter day in “Western Civ B” our whip smart,Turkish Ph.D. student discussion section leader got so disgusted with our lack of preparation, he suddenly announced, “You guys haven’t read! There’s no point in continuing. Class is cancelled!” And then proceeded to pack his leather shoulder bag and walk out. Badass to the core. It’s a real shame I’ve never honored his memory by doing the same.

Speaking of history, last night the GoodWife and I had dinner with SWright, KBabb, and CBabb in suburban Irvine (redunant). After a wonderful dinner and desert, KBabb busted out some Cypress High School memorabilia including the 1979 Varsity Water Polo Team stat sheet.

I coulda sworn I scored more goals at a higher clip, but the history in my head is myth. It will come as no surprise to RZ and other PressingPausers who know me best that I rocked the second-to-last shooting percentage on the team. Major props to Eric Candelaria for having a slightly worser shooting percentage and saving me from bringing up the absolute rear.

To Dan, Dan the Retired Transpo Man and everyone else laughing at me right now, get back to me on how easy it is for you to dominate in the water and on the golf course at damn near the same time.