Sing to Hiram

 Nat and I spent the weekend at our Alma Mater.  Turned back time for 36 hours and it was wonderful.  It always is.

 Even if we've been away from our utopia for 4 times as long as we were there.  No matter.  We come back to Hiram and the years fall away and we remember what it was like to be so incredibly young and free and safe, surrounded by ideas and friends and beautiful countryside.

Our home for the night, in Bowler Hall.  Far more luxurious than our little cinder-block boxes in Booth, yet still-- hard to believe that this was our WORLD for those four years.  And we loved it.

Friday night we went to a retirement party for my theater director.  Twenty years out and almost all of my profs have moved on and so much on campus is new and different.

 But get us together and nothing has changed.

 First Booth.  I look at these white walls and see our paintings and our doors plastered with pictures and messages...

 From here you can't see the new road that goes past my old room...

Nat and Dana spent a while looking at a scrapbook from their Cambridge study abroad.  I can't believe they let children that young travel overseas.

Look-- the guy I fell in love with!  Just a few months before I met him...

 

 Other Saturday activities included wandering campus...

 ... a whiskey tasting...

 ... and Alumni choir practice...

The incomparable Damaris Peters-Pike

 Class of 97 pictures.  Jazz hands are always a great idea.

Reception selfies...

 Alumni dinner (and choir performance)

After dinner we drank cocktails and poked around in places we maybe weren't supposed to be...

 Third Hinsdale balcony, the Colton Roof, the football field...

It never gets old.  And neither do we!  Love these people and this place so very much.

Today-- back home for Father's Day!
A beach visit...

This old girl swam out to the rocks today!  She's still got it. 

 Gift-giving....

 ... and love.  We  certainly enjoyed being away and reliving decades past.  But I wouldn't trade this present for anything.