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I'd scarcely been back from England more than a day when I took off on another road trip. JC, Scotty, and I went to Amherst for the Homecoming football game against Williams. JC had to be there by 3 p.m. because he was speaking at a job fair. Scotty and I carpooled, leaving Boston around 6:30-ish. The three of us met up at HoJo's and drove to Carmelina's on Route 9 in Hadley for dinner. After dinner it was back to the hotel room to crash for the night.

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.


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Nov. 21st, 2004 04:10 pm (UTC)

I suppose it is, for the moment ... but it seems strange to have you say so after all you've said about hating Boston.
Nov. 21st, 2004 05:12 pm (UTC)
(1) You do know what Homecoming is, right?

(2) Boston and Amherst are nothing alike.
Nov. 22nd, 2004 08:16 pm (UTC)
Yes, I'm totally aware of what homecoming is. You were at Amherst and referred to Boston as home. That struck me as strange.
Nov. 22nd, 2004 10:01 pm (UTC)
Ah, you're referring to the last line. I didn't pick up on that. Well, technically, I live in Medford. And it's where I hang my hat, though my heart may not be here.
Nov. 22nd, 2004 11:33 pm (UTC)
It's hard to know where your heart is without knowing where Ilana is.

Do you hang your hat? You used to just toss it and it would wind up on the floor.
Nov. 23rd, 2004 05:44 am (UTC)
Don't usually wear a hat. But when I do, things aren't too different: it's usually tossed on top of my t.v., bureau, or desk.
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