Chapter 9It was Wednesday. Dan and Arnie were crossing one of the campus quads on their way to The Cougar for a late-afternoon beer. Most of the leaves had fallen, dotting the green of the grass with speckles of red, yellow, orange, rust, and brown.
“Man,” Arnie said, “it’s good to see this sunshine after all the rain yesterday and Monday.”
Dan, who had put on a sweatshirt that morning but hadn’t thought he’d need a jacket, replied, “Cold, though. Damn sun isn’t heating things up much.”
“Wimp! You boys from Southern Ohio don’t know what cold is. Wait’ll you’ve experienced a real Northern Ohio winter!”
“It gets a lot colder than this in Cincinnati. I just should have brought along a hoodie or something.”
Arnie nudged him with his elbow. “I still say you’re a wimp.”
A few minutes later
