I remember the first time I encountered Rene Magritte with astounding clarity. I was a high school junior sitting in my AP English class in the back corner of the room near the door with a poster of Bob Dylan smirking down at me.
I weighed a measly three pounds the day I was born. I looked like a wrinkled potato, shivering in a tiny incubator (I have several photos as evidence of this phenomenon). The nurses must have taken good care of me because, in 10 days, my weight had increased to a whopping four pounds.
Mediocre chain-restaurant sandwich lovers at UC Irvine rejoiced last month when Subway opened inside BC’s Cavern on the Green. UCI Dining, which operates Subway,...