Back from our orientation trip to Older Daughter’s new school in the “Heartland” sector of the Land of Lincoln, an island of Blue (as the admissions officer said) in a midwestern Red Sea. It’s very different from her old school, in a quintessential little college town far from the big city, abutted by a national forest and wildlife preserve. The town was a booming rail and mining center in the 19th century, now it looks like Lake Wobegon (“the town that time forgot and the decades could not improve”).
The campus itself is a miniature version of the surrounding countryside, with lots of trees and a (walkably) circumnavigable lake.
We were welcomed to the fold by real live Salukis, and introduced by a witty student tour guide to many of the place’s qualities and quirks – including the oxymoronic “clean coal” facility that powers the place. It was reassuring to come upon the Office of Sustainability, I hope they get everyone there to “pledge.”
Fathers Day was wonderful. Lunch at the Blue Moon Marina restaurant, with a live band at waterside. Younger Daughter put a lot of time and thought into an elaborate homemade card, and the whole family thanked me for doing the things Dads do. Gave me a DVD slideshow of paternal memories, a porta-hammock for the beach, and the Cadillac of folding chairs – built-in umbrella, footstool, and side cooler. Somebody wrote a misguided complaint about this holiday. I’m not complaining.
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