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time with Josh and Taryn. 
    “Hey T, whose gonna be my chauffer from now on?  I guess I’ll be driving myself soon. Right dad? I’ll be mobile in March.  You just have to take me driving. I’m planning on getting my license the day after my Birthday.”
    “You mean permit!  Let me get this one out of the house before I tackle that one.  Easy does it big guy.”
    “Yeah right!”  Josh swallowed the cake and gulped milk. 
    “Good wine Mom. Thanks.”
    “Take it easy at school. I’d rather you drink it here.  I know that you’ll attend the occasional frat party.  I just want you to be safe.”
    “Of course.  I won’t have a car at school so I won’t be drinking and driving.  The bus is free on campus and into town so I’ll just rely on that.”
    “Frat parties? Whoa T don’t get pregnant.”
    “Shut up Josh.  I’m not like that.”
    Taryn’s brother was a good kid.  She had his back, and he had hers.  It was destined to be a long term friendship and the years that would separate them would someday mean little.
    The next morning came and Taryn had a nervous feeling.
    They were off……………………………

School
     
    Kyle arrived on the UMass Campus at about 4pm.  He and his Dad had time to unload the car before they would grab some dinner in Amherst.  It was Sunday and classes did not officially begin until Thursday.  Monday-Wednesday was set aside for business like buying books and finalizing scheduling issues.  He would use the time to find his way around the expansive campus.  His head was spinning.  It was exciting but scary.
    Kyle and Mr. Caldwell had Chinese food followed up by ice cream.  They had the best ice cream in town – high in butter fat with add-ins like cookies and even gummy bears. He would always remember Mom’s ice cream floats back home, maybe they had them here. Father and son walked around town.  The traffic was crazy with students arriving with their lives packed in slow moving vehicles.   Every car with an interesting story to tell.  He was intrigued by the newness of it all.
    He said goodnight to his dad who was staying at a nearby motel and he was off to meet the roommate – Truman.  He had filled out the housing form with his preferences earlier in the summer hoping to be matched with a guy he could at least tolerate.  A non-smoker was preferred.  They didn’t even allow it in the dorms but he could smell the lingering stench anywhere.  Religion and politics were not an issue.  He had not been exposed to either much and held no strong convictions. He claimed to be tidy and athletic, both mostly true. He definitely wanted a freshman.  At least they would have that in common.
    Room #2012 in the JFK tower was home now.  Kyle walked in with boxes stacked. Both his and his new buddy Truman’s.
    “You must be Kyle.  Who else would you be? I’m Truman Cohen.  Just call be Tru.”
    He stood before Kyle with his hand out stretched. 
    Kyle offered his in return.  Truman’s grip was firm and his hands a little calloused.  His smile was wide and ebullient. They were perhaps little clues to his personality.  Some have called Kyle paranoid, but he was just perceptive.  He used his instincts to size up Truman.  This stranger got the green light.  It was not yet known, but Kyle Caldwell had just met his best and life-long friend – even though he still thought the name was a little off.
    “How we gonna maneuver this junk?” Truman laughed at the mess.
    “I guess we need to at least clear off the beds so we can sleep.  Why don’t we bunk ‘em. Top or bottom doesn’t matter to me.  I filled out the housing form.  Thought they were setting me up with a neat sort of guy.”
    “Well, they got that wrong.  At least we both like hockey – we have enough equipment here to out-fit an entire team.”
    “Yeah.  I was recruited.  Not a full ride or anything but I plan to play.”
    “Well, I’m not so lucky.  I’ll probably play some