WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I WAS A TOUCH DYSLEXIC. MY OLDER BROTHER WAS CONSIDERABLY OLDER THAN ME. THE FAMILY OCCASIONALLY PACKED EVERYTHING UP, AND WE WENT TO SEE AN GAME IN STARKVILLE. MY BROTHER WAS SHOWING ME AROUND CAMPUS.
THE SIGN ON THE BUILDING READ, DEPARTMENT OF FINE ARTS. THAT'S NOT WHAT MY TREACHEROUS BRAIN READ. I ASKED MY BROTHER, "WHAT DOES THE DEPARTMENT OF FINE RATS DO?"
