Ken Harrison 5:30 p.m., Oct. 25
Graduate school started not with a bang or with a whimper, but with the slow fall of a scarf down my head and over my eyes. Three things terrified me about my arrival at Brown ...
The music that tells us we’re alive.
I'd press play on my older brother's boom box, and listen to the Beach Boys' "Surfin' USA." The volume never passed two; I was terrified of discovery by my mother who had a ban on rock music.