One day I saw a headline that woke me up: the penultimate Hill Cumorah Pageant was approaching.
In late August of 2017, a legion of gladiatorial men and women from the world’s backwaters descended on Paris to determine who, in a series of weight classes, were the best wrestlers on the planet.
In 2013 I found myself simultaneously single and on the academic job market for the first time.
The mood in the room grew more serious. “So tell us why you want this job,” said the chair.