The intern has mentioned enough housemates that I assumed he lived off-campus, but I was mistaken: he lives in a "townhome" on campus. This must be the difference between a state school 20 years ago and a private school now, I grinned. Überboss strolling by and seeing the grin said I looked like the cat who'd swallowed the canary (dreadful simile, which I as Empress strike from use). I said, "Oh, we're just jeremiading." Überboss is too kind to point out that someone who laments the way things used to be shouldn't be verbing nouns all the time.
At the end of the day I told Überboss I had a language thingie for him. My mother sent me an article from the Lyme Times about the Peck Tavern, which my highschool classmate's mother has been running as a B&B for a quarter century. It was built in 1680 so of course George Washington and Benjamin Franklin each slept there, probably: "While that historical fact probably will remain apocryphal...."