Tristan thought of his grandfather as he drove past the "Welcome to Kennecott University" sign. It had been almost a year since his grandfather's passing and another three since he last visited his grandfather's Alma Mater.
Patrick T. Arlington, Tristan's grandfather, loved Kennecott University and had made sure that he did what he could for the college that he credited with his success. Four generations of Arlington graduates had attended Kennecott, including Tristan's mother. In truth Tristan had seriously considered attending Kennecott as well. For that reason alone, he had convinced his mother to move to West Hills four years ago.
Tristan pulled into the crowded parking lot and eventually found a parking space. Time had been slowly healing the hole that his grandfather's death made in his life. With that healing also came the realization that he was no longer a boy. A man is what Tristan had to be and that meant he needed to continue his grandfather's work and generosity.