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Yale Beats Harvard

There are few things I care less about than college football (golf, maybe, but that’s beside the point). So while the title of this post has football connotations, my meaning has nothing to do with sports, but rather with college towns. And in this regard, Yale’s New Haven, Connecticut, dominates Harvard’s Cambridge, Massachusetts. Although it is true that we didn’t really spend enough time in either destination to fairly compare, what else are covers for if not to judge books? So we judged, and declared New Haven the winner.

New Haven just felt more to us like what a college town is supposed to be, with its open greens and Gothic Revival architecture. It is a stark contrast to New York City, where Shannon and I both went to school. We decided it would be nice to enroll here and study something pointless, like Romance Languages or Art History. But that is too much of a commitment. Instead, we availed ourselves of their free museums and Frank Pepe’s pizza, reportedly the originator of New England style thin crust. So in the end, we spent the day learning some irrelevant facts and downing a large amount of pizza, just like a regular student.

When Lawnmowers Fly

Sadly, I am not the one flying this contraption.  No, we were picnicking in Gillette Castle State Park when we saw this unknown aviator take off from the other side of the Connecticut River.  He circled a few times and then flew off to destinations unknown.

My only question is: where do I get one?

The Morning Commute is Such a Drag

Shannon hard at work in the office, Countryside Campground, CT

Ordinary, Extraordinary

I’ve never been here before, and it feels a little like an adventure.  Not an “Adventure”, with a capital ‘A’, like an Indiana Jones escapade or even a gorilla trek in Gabon (on the to-do list, btw).  But a small adventure of exploring something unfamiliar.

And it’s not at all about the destination.  There isn’t anything at all “touristy” about this area and no reason why a traveler would venture here, except out of necessity.  And indeed, I’m here on a perfectly ordinary errand; to pick-up Shannon at the New London, CT, train station.  But it is that juxtaposition between the ordinary and the unfamiliar that has me excited.  Every day now is a kind of adventure; an exploration of the unknown.

I wonder if it is possible for the unfamiliar to become routine.  I hope not, this is too much fun.

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