
Until then I will think only pure thoughts on the 470-mile trip up, and only calm thoughts on the 520-mile trip back. The simple goal is to go and come back without incident, but since I will be starting out at 2 in the morning, we do have to light a candle for the Unknown God that protects us from drunks, truckers and drunken truckers. The God of Jinx is always watching.
I will be stopping off at Oberlin on the way back in order to spend the night and have a few quality hours with the dog in a quality little town where I did my undergraduate tenure. Oberlin has only one stop light, one hotel, and perhaps the oddest student body ever collected on one campus.
It has been about 25 years since I was last back, and it will be interesting to see what has changed and what has not.
It was on the streets of Oberlin that I acquired Barney, a wonderful terrier that was to be my beloved friend for more than 15 years. Gone but not forgotten.
Another picture of the hope-to-be-soon New Dog is appended below. A stunner, eh?
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