Three Men in a Noodle Shop

First you have to know our collective ages added up to 224 years which is to say we were old farts. Two of us were mathematicians, one was a writer. The noodle shop was a happy surrounding, a setting of comparatively satisfying healthy eating. If you were to wake up suddenly in the noodle shop on Dubuque St. in Iowa City you might think it was still 1970. It’s a place of frayed and edgy t shirt wearing lunchers. Everyone is looking for some calm and some vitamins. And there we were, the old farts, talking about the overly administrated university which seems to have more associate vice presidents and vice deans than the Vatican has nuncios, and as far as we old farts can tell, all this administrativia has no discernible bearing on the advancement of academic culture or of teaching. The old farts concluded that we are in a time of hieratic bloat even as they ate their noodles still believing in ideas. Silly old souls with chopsticks…

S.K.

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