A day in the life … I usually leave my home in Somerville around 5:30 AM because my classes at Endicott College start at 8AM, and I like to get my work finished, and chew the fat with a colleague of mine. Now, most who know me associate me with bagels and poetry. I discovered years ago that there was a Finagle-a Bagel on campus. And Finagle-a-Bagel was the first place the Bagel Bards literary group met in Harvard Square some 20 years ago. Anyway … for the last 15 years I have been getting a whole wheat bagel (a concession to age) with tomato and hummus. On a Tuesday, I walked in the shop, and they had everything prepared for me in advance. I assume this a great campus honor – my ritual, my hunger for this doughy treat, my Stendhal Syndrome Swoon in the face of its beauty. The counterwomen said (laughing):” If you call in sick … you must notify us.” I told my dean about this, and he laughed, “Doug you have finally arrived.” Excuse me … I think my bagel is waiting for me.