I rarely write from the office. I do not know why, maybe some sense that here we work. Maybe that here I am usually not bored. Yet why am I writing now? Well, I unearthed from my papers some pictures from the Ann Arbor era, and specifically one or two from my 32nd birthday at Monica's home. I looked so happy and young. H's presence explained the happiness part. Time explains the youth issue. Listening to The Cure while correcting, I am still struggling with one student's lack of ability to construct an argument. I hope I will make a difference, I will help people write better, and yet it feels like a nearly impossible task. Anyhow, back to this paper