Across an empty table

Across an empty table

Walking into the Bostwick Social House or the Bison Café on any given evening, I see it without really looking for it. Tables filled with friends leaning into conversations, people laughing over half-finished plates, someone waving another person over to join them. And then, somewhere in the middle of it all, some people sit alone. It is easy not to think much of it. College is busy. Schedules rarely match. Sometimes I just grab food and go. But…