Facetious, then real :: August 26th, 2003 ::
I was driving home the other day, right around dusk. It may have been because I was looking at a tree that was just on the verge of changing color, but I could swear that I heard something. Off in the distance, I heard what I thought were people, of all ages, packing their bags, locking up their homes, heading out for vacation. All of them were boarding buses, and they were starting, ever so slowly, their trek out to Vermont. At their constant rate of speed, which is usually around 30 mph but never above 35, they plan on being here sometime at the end of next month, and they will be here just in time for the foliage to be at its peak color. While here, they will drive slowly (of course), they will visit the tourist destinations, they will take tours of Maple sugaring houses, they will buy cheese and be engaged in discussions about how our cheese is significantly better than the cheese found elsewhere. They will smile. They will be charmed by the unique dialect of English spoken here.
Then, with their stomachs full of dairy and their teeth sore from sweets, they will get in their tour buses and head home, at the same speed they came here. They plan on getting back to their houses sometime shortly before the holiday season really begins to kick up. They will be happy.
I am, of course, being a little bit ridiculous here. I love the fall, and find it to be probably the most beautiful season in the Northeast. If you have some time, be sure to stop up.
Oh, and things are going well w/r/t law school. Overwhelming, for sure, but that’s to be expected. I’ll spare you the details of the structure of federal and state court systems.
