Ah, Ash Wednesday. Brings back memories. Back when I was in college (the first couple times), Ash Wednesday was the day we’d dig into our ashtrays, schmear a cross on our foreheads, and then go out in search of Catholic girls. Since I went to SUNY schools, they were a bit of an exotic commodity. Of course, in Buffalo, we could always go over to “The Locker Room,” which was a bar over by Canisius – a Jesuit school – (or make the trek up to Niagara, but Canisius was just a few blocks down Main Street). There were usually one or two rich girls looking to rub daddy’s nose in it. If that didn’t work, there was always Buff State to fall back on.

Anyhow, you’re supposed to give up something for lent. As for me, I think I’ll just plain give up.