Higginson: A journey to the center of a frat house

Over the weekend, I agreed to accompany my sister Betsy as she went to pick up her son, Alan, from Beloit. He had just completed his second year of college, as well as his first year of living in a frat house.

Helping him move out meant I needed to cross the threshold from the civilized world into the petri-dish perils of undergraduate housing.