The premise sounded a little jokey -- stoners hanging out and taking part in a Revolutionary War reenactment. But the moment the first song begins -- "Fare Thee Well" -- you immediately sit up straight in your seat.
More than a month has passed, and I'm still waiting for someone to articulate why I find myself drifting from the 12 half-finished Word documents on my desktop to Facebook and typing "Marina Keegan" into the search bar.
In the midst of the panic and epiphanies that have plagued my life for over a month now, Marina Keegan's essay was the one thing that put my mind at ease.
Friends and family who are grieving the loss of a recent Yale graduate with a bright journalism future have set up a fund in hopes of perpetuating he...