The best meal is dessert, the best dessert is ice cream, and the best ice cream is made in Waterbury, Vermont by Ben & Jerry’s.
Ben & Jerry’s was founded in 1978 by childhood friends Ben Cohen and Jerry Greenfield, and it has gone from a single shop in Burlington, VT to over 500 shops worldwide.
“I first started writing music probably when I was twelve. Back then I was taking lessons with some guy in town and he suggested I try and come up with a song. It was just descending seven chords or something—super simple stuff…” – Plum Sanders.
I know what you’re thinking. “Why would you even suggest something like this. Do you honestly think Democrats should move to the right in this upcoming election cycle?”
Of course not. I’d like to think I’m a pretty liberal guy, our system should work for everyone. However, when it comes to organization and strategy, the Democrats have not exactly had the best strategy for dealing with Trump in the past few elections.
Every 4th of July it’s one of my family traditions to watch the T.V. musical “1776”. The musical details the meetings of the First Continental Congress as they grapple with the question of whether to declare independence from the English Empire. With a rich score and fantastic acting performances, it makes for a charming retelling of how our country came to give the middle finger to the biggest, and baddest empire of the era.
Goodbye, the paper. It has certainly been a ride with you. I joined your funky little cohort of writers my first semester.It was you or The Ram and I am so thankful I dragged one of my new friends to McGinley 2nd that crisp Tuesday evening.
When I came to my first meeting for the paper, I was a freshman and clearly clueless. I saw the paper at the winter club fair and assumed it was the school paper, or essentially The Ram. I didn’t know there was a difference between the two publications or even that there were two publications!
I remember one moment specifically that I looked at myself in my dorm bathroom at 3 am and asked myself “Is this really it?” Well, no, it wasn’t, but I wouldn’t really know that until my next year, when I met a plucky group of nerds who every two weeks put together a newspaper.
I wish I could say I decided to write for the paper for something important; a higher purpose, a call to defend free speech and democracy, memes… But no, I joined the paper because I thought a guy in class was nice and he wouldn’t shut up about it, so I assumed they must be nice, too.
There’s a saying in the tech industry that if you’re not paying, you’re the product. The summer before my freshman year, my parents warned me that as a scholarship student, Fordham would likely see me as a petting zoo llama, a toy for the Bretts and Bryttneighs of our campus to see how the other half lives.
I came to the paper on accident. I think it was the second semester of my sophomore year, and the guy who had agreed to be my roommate was already an editor. For some reason he thought I should be involved, so he badgered me about it until I finally agreed to go to the print shop one production weekend.
