(Historical Notes: …that, and I didn’t want to get hot and sweaty.  You can’t leave out the desire to not be hot and sweaty.

I’m also tempted to go on a lengthy rant about how much less I like Wake Forest since it’s got so much more built up over the years, but if most of The Internet already doesn’t care about as local a convention as this, it DEFINITELY doesn’t want to hear me prattle on about how badly those years living in DC has turned me against pretty much any traces of urbanification.  Suffice to say, there are plenty of days where I’d rather head out east and live in a trailer park with the rednecks and crack heads.)