In the autumn I started classes at the Princeton Theological Seminary. It’s a late-in-life transition from my work as a television writer and producer to graduate student in theology. At some point, if I’m diligent in my studies, I may become an ordained Episcopal priest and a television writer and producer, which will allow me to find out what happens when you pitch a comedy series to a television network while wearing a priest’s collar.

But before I get there, I need to get a Master of Divinity degree. And while I’m doing that, I’m going to be spending a lot of time with people who are, on average, 25 years younger than I am. In other words, I’m the old weird guy in every class I take.