Why not use this space for a good ol' JC life update!? LoL...
Yaaah!
More like chasing my tail these days, Linda. Or picture a chicken who just had a double espresso...and then had its head chopped off. Ya.
College applications go out in 3 WEEKS!!! Sheez, and only now do I find my mind wandering back to my very first day of second grade 10 years ago, every time I drive past my old school on the way to get my own double espresso. I'm in the mad rush to finish my art portfolio, get the presentation slides made, do the requisite brain-matter pottery wheel exercises (also known as college essay writing) and poof. It's narrowed down to 3: Notre Dame, Rhode Island, and Penn State. Cool fact that Notre Dame is the only school I'm looking at whose football team actually won a game last weekend. Uhhhh huh. <i>(Honestly, even coming from a dyed-in-the-blue-and-white-wool Nittany Lion family, JoePa's boys could play the girls' team from my girlfriend's high school and still lose by a point...)</i>

Such is life. Which...all of a sudden, seems to be getting shorter, a fact that kind of occurred to me last night when I was talking to my good friend Mindy...who's a freshman at Bucknell. Woa. College. And, um, we're the same age. OK, <i>some</i>one needs a trip to Disney, like, SOON...
Aside from desparately trying to feel my shoe size...life's been good. My students are good, Grandpa's health is stable, we're still going up to the VA hospital every weekend, but we just got an apartment to keep up in Wilkes-Barre to plant the family roots closer to him for now. And...to be less dependent on hotels, especially when my Grandma wants to stay over on a whim (or during an ice storm, like last year). Talli (my angel of a girlfriend, see other posts) is loving her new school, and it's loving her back.

Both the 'rents (the Human Syllabus and Mussolini, affectionate nicknames of course) are awesome, Dad still likes to pretend he's Lance Armstrong (whaddayagonnado? he's 50.) crossed with a Humvee, which means buy stock in the bicycle seat hemmherroid relief cream companies. Owch. Mom's thriving on her International advanced english teaching (
http://www.maryannwriting.com), shameless plug included in your price of admission. Eh...oh yea, and my car still works.
OK...<b>nigel</b>, that groovy corner room is 4163 (see caption on bottom of photo...hehe), where my parents and I stayed for 4 nights the second week of January 2001. No concierge, but you can stay concierge and request this room. Killer view, no pun intended.
Eh...and the Yacht Club shouldn't be affected by the construction headaches. If you have ressies at the YC, keep 'em and pray that the construction dudes decide not to, um, throw too much debris in your direction. Kidding.
JC