The reinvention of a classic american folk hero -or- how Daniel Craig as the new Bond is the manliest bond of all time

We all sat around the table, the same one that countless dinners had been set out on, names carved into the surface, insults traded across (all in good fun of course). I had sat at that table so many times I can't even begin to remember them all. Once, Hunter made a dinner for a small group of us that seemed so out of place for our college dining experiences. It must have been lamb medalions over polenta with sauteed asparagus or something. Micah and I used to eat cereal late at night and talk about the future because mens health said it was good for you (the cereal, not the conversation). It was the first piece of Micah's house that I was acquainted with at the bar b q that week I moved to Tallahassee, I sat at it in awe of these people that I had fallen into meeting. So many times, and yet those people surrounding it have come and gone- new faces seem to pop up around it. We all sat around the table, Micah, Kansas, BJ, me. There was hamburger to be eaten and salsa to critique. I sat and listened as the boys talked about their girlfriends as though they had been in love their whole lives with these people. We had changed. We are all becoming the people we wanted to be as opposed to the people our parents warned us about.