"What's more all-American then going to college in a s***ty little town that fills you with frustration and unfulfilled longing?

Trapped for four years, or five as the case may be, in some burgh with a thousand other kids, a neurotic faculty, and some townsfolk who hate your guts, with no entertainment in sight but the requisite college a capella group getting laid for committing doo-whop on Elvis Costello tunes, man! If it weren't for that, who'd ever get any studying done? I get all nostalgic and ethereal just thinking about it."

Hey, that WAS my college experience--in rural Michigan, replete with a really active men's music fraternity, bitter townies, and slightly-crazed professors. We were so small, we could only get musical acts like MWK to come play for us. Who were those guys, anyway?

Awesome, kaydeecee, as usual. Can't wait for the rest of the story!