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    Ewe never know

    “Is there recess in college?” asked the prepubescent boy on the green and white shuttle bus taking us back to our dorm. “That depends,” his 70-ish grandmother said with a grin. Her response took me back to my undergraduate days at Oakland University in Rochester, Michigan, about 40 miles north of Detroit. My college experience involved commuting, working summers to earn money while living at home to save money to do more commuting. It took me a little over four years to earn my journalism degree, but I did it. Not the most fun I ever had. If I could do it over again, I would have somehow gone away…