It’s where my father knelt down on one knee and said to his youngest son, “Sean, if the horse loses, you just can’t cry about it.” I cried at being told not to cry.

It’s where I got the phone number of a 21-year-old crush, folded up the ripped-out program page, and called the number when I got back to college in September. I married that girl, oh, 16 years later.