When I woke up around 8, Scotty was gone, having taken an early bus back to Boston. I don't get that at all. If you want to come out for Homecoming, then come out for Homecoming. But if you just want to hang out with JC and me, no need to drive way out to western Mass and waste money on a bus back to Boston. We can have dinner in Boston anytime!
JC and I went to the football game. Amherst beat Williams, but I have to admit I didn't particularly care. I seem to be losing interest in spectator sports unless the Chargers are involved. And I didn't permit myself to do any cheering.
I was hoping to run into former classmates and co-workers. Alas, the mid- to late-90s classes had a poor showing. I saw only one classmate at the game that I knew, and introduced myself to another that I knew by sight but had never spoken to in my four years there. I didn't see any of the officers I used to work with either.
I went to the reception afterwards. There I ran into Mallorie Chernin, who conducts the Choral Society, Liz Scheinfeldt, who I think was class of '99, and Amy, who I never knew at Amherst but currently work with at BU. The food at the reception was ordinary, and I was bored. We went back to the hotel room afterwards and napped for a little bit.
That evening I attended the Choral Society's Homecoming Concert. Liz was there, but the only other person in the audience I knew was Rebecca Rose. We listened to a lovely concert and then climbed up on stage with current and former Choral Society members to sing college songs.
My last stop was at Campus Police. Alas, only one of the officers I used to work with was there. (There's been a lot of turnover in the department.) He seemed genuinely happy to see me. We chatted for about forty minutes. He got me up to speed on what everyone's been up to, including the officer at Hadley (Dick Grader, one of the 2-3 really good people there) who one a million dollars on a scratch ticket and has since retired. He made me promise to stop back for another visit before I move to London.
Finally I drove back to Boston. I was exhausted and was getting sleepy towards the end of the drive, but I was glad to be home.