On my home from a wedding in Maine this weekend, I stopped by a little college in Massachusetts, simply because I’d never been there before. Although the place was mostly empty, I strolled around the grounds a bit, sampled the architecture, and breathed in the smell of fresh cut grass on a breezy Sunday morning. Unless they’ve annexed nearly all of the surrounding neighborhood, the original is remarkably small, yet it’s history and aura simply overwhelm the senses.
As you probably figured out, I am currently on the tail-end of a trip to the Northeast over the summer. As previously mentioned, the past four days were spent in Maine (and New Hampshire) at my best friend from high school’s wedding. Yes, I had to give a toast, which went well (I suppose that teaching has done a little to allay my fear about speaking in public). One of the coolest parts (aside from the ceremony/reception itself) was getting invited by the bride’s dad to go lobstering in his boat (a verb, which I didn’t know previously existed). We pulled up about 35 lobsters in about 30 minutes from about 20 traps that were set in the river that borders Maine and New Hampshire. While this was certainly alot of fun, I cannot imagine doing this for a summer, a few years, or even a lifetime.
In the background, we hear Erik Satie’s La Diva de l’Empire, a brilliant piano piece that is surprisingly minimalist, Very good. Very cool. Chill out music.
Anyway, I’m out!