we lose our way, we come unwound It's clear that Cody was a popular young man. I don't think that if I died we'd see fifty ninety over a hundred people doing Google searches for news about me. It's probably not very reassuring to find my site as a result. I didn't know him. I don't even know what he looks like. I do remember, however, what it's like to be a university student and have to come to terms with the heartbreaking death of a fellow student, a peer. The only time I was ever in the Bishop's campus chapel was for a memorial service, in 1997.

Yesterday froo told me that Keri and Caia were coming over to visit after work and she invited me to join them for dinner. We strolled over to Earl's and had a nice meal (mm, curry chicken). Then froo dropped us off at the train station afterwards so Caia's day of adventure could continue with an exciting c-train ride home. Hey, the kid's six years old and if a c-train ride is exciting to her, well, that's cool.

Keri and I got talking about this sad Bishop's event and he noted that although these things seem shocking and unfair, the sad fact is that they will continue to happen and that this could have happened to almost any of us during our crazy-partying university days. When you're 19 or 20 and have recently left home for the first time, you have a lot of discovering to do: drinking limits, decision-making, social networks, risk tolerance, boundary testing and personal responsibility. We sometimes learn these concepts the hard way, with dumb decisions and sober consequences, but most of us are fortunate enough to come out scarred but intact. It's maddening that a plain old dumb decision can have much more tragic results some days.

I walked the arches once. Drunk. A lot of kids do. Last year a girl leaving the former Loft lounge decided to slide down the railing. She misjudged the location of the railing and plunged three floors down to the hard basement floor. She broke some bones and they closed the Loft to student drinking. Some people drive drunk. Some people boat drunk. Some people let strangers drive them places in the middle of the night. We're all guilty of a certain amount of bad decisions, and if we're not, well, we're probably not really living. It sounds like Cody was a guy who really lived.  | ¶ 10:00 a.m.