One of our favorite former student workers stopped by this afternoon for a quick hello, in town on a business trip from sunny California. We joked about how far he's come since his first job here in the library, and how much he likes San Francisco, and how Oakland across the bay is where he goes to party and, these days, to practice not getting arrested. He said, though, that he misses this city, its un-Bay Area urban grittiness, and is keeping his fingers crossed for a transfer to the New York offices.
Karen turned to me, grinning, after he left and said, "Doesn't that just make you feel a little bit like a proud mother?"
Strangely enough, it does.