So 15 years ago today, this happened:

How I love my Gilmore Girls. What's not to love, really? Stars Hollow. I'd move there tomorrow if I could, and if it really existed. Mere formality. Quirky characters, witty banter, captivating story lines: all the makings of a great book wrapped up in a television show. Good writing, whatever the platform, should be celebrated.

My son Ben, who was twelve at the time, and I were on our way to an event a few years ago when I realized I'd left our tickets at home. I jokingly blamed him for not doing his job and reminding me to grab them. He replied, without skipping a beat, "So you're saying I'm your Rory?." I knew then and there I was raising a fine young man.

Posted by Rachel