I had been so worried, beyond worried, about whether or not we’d ordered enough food. We had plenty. Maybe two entire trays of leftover sandwiches. I waited until I was sure everybody else had gotten something and by then all that was left were ham sandwiches and some green salad, served with regular old bottles of regular old dressing that you would buy at the regular old grocery store. Not Aramark, that’s for sure! Everywhere I looked people were sitting in group from two to six talking. It all made me so happy, like we’d really managed to pull off a thing that worked.