Welcome to the Commian podcast. This is Jeff Krasnow. Many of you may receive my weekly

Sunday commusing article where I address a breadth of issues from the spiritual to the sociopolitical.

And on occasion, I will also record an audio version of these articles and release it

here as a bonus episode. So this week's missive recounts a recent college tour with my daughter

Phoebe and some insight on the nature of love. If you're interested in receiving my weekly

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So without further delay, here's this planes, trains, automobiles. My paternal wisdom seems to funnel

into Phoebe's left ear and directly out the right. But despite ignoring my occasionally

insightful aphorisms, she remains quite keen to imitate my choices, at least as it pertains to college.

I accept this as insincere flattery.

On day three, Skyler Phoebe and I traipsed up the Upper West Side of Manhattan, slowly honing in on our alma mater.

Columbia University presents itself quite suddenly.

There's a bagel store, the same one as 1988,

a Chinese dive with all you can drink white wine,

a shoddy grocery, and then quite precipitously,

grandiose centuries-old marble imposes itself.

As we slipped past the iron gates and into the majesty of the quad,

an unexpected nostalgia spread out its blanket on the vast lawn. We wound circuitously behind

low library and arrived in front of Habemeyer Hall, the sturdy brick edifice in which Skyler and I met 33 orbits ago.

Long, mothballed memories shook off their dust from the attics of my mind.

Our Art Humanities class was presided over by an austere, angular, and icy dom, dubbed Miss

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