Home again, safe and sound. The trip north uneventful save for the avalanche of inconveniences levied against me courtesy of the modern travel experience. I’m waaaay to curmudgeonly for pat downs and milliwave cancer booths and all the other stuff that goes with the getting from point A to point B in the modern world. Going through the deal where you stand in the booth and expose yourself to the dude with the camera phone taking pictures of your naked self I was subjected to a pat down as well. “Sir there’s something hot on you right leg I’ll need to pat it down.” I don’t exactly know if those machines pick up actual heat or if that was a term they throw around for “places we need to check”.
I ask this because I did indeed have a hot spot on my leg. A particularly nasty and very local sunburn thanks to 6 hours in the Alabama sun, and a brain fart that had me putting sunscreen on everything except.. my knee. And that hot spot is exactly where the pat down went. I yelped like a school girl and may have slightly wet myself, not sure. Did tear up briefly. Just briefly.
I did meet some other parents as we sat around after the game on Auburn’s lovely park like campus. There were a ton of folks milling around hours after the game, waiting on the traffic to resolve, and really having no where else to go and enjoying the benefit of flat screen TV’s and Sat Dishes on tripods hooked up to generators, folks could watch football and doze, all those hours in the sun sapping all of us old folks strength.
Well that an the amazing 40,000 steps I took in the three days I was down there. I walked 21miles according to my Fitbit deal. No wonder I was thin and handsome, back in college. Good news is, now I’m wise and experienced and I’m going to call that an acceptable trade off, I can fix being sedentary, but you sure can’t fix being stupid as Ron White would say.
I did have to laugh, in a snobish way, a the kids who were sliding down the grassy hill near a tailgate, sitting on their empty beer cartons. Looked at the kid, he looked at me and we both started laughing, same thought you know “that would be a little more fun if there were snow on the ground.” We’re cold snobs you know. In Minnesota that event would be done sitting on a meal tray stolen from the cafeteria and the result would not have been a short ride that stopped abruptly at the bottom of the hill, it would have been a rocket down the hill on a track made faster with beer and water sprayed on the snow to give it a nice layer of ice. And the ride would gone over the side walk and across Roosevelt where they riders would have hit the plowed street and come to an instant stop throwing them into oncoming traffic. More exciting that way.
I also met some parents in the morning before the big game. The game had an 1130 kick off. Kinda early of you ask me. But hey, I’m old and I get up at like 5:00 no matter how late I go to bed, and given the stinkfest hotel I had to get out, so if found myself at the campus Starbucks at 7:15 scratching at the door like a dog, wanting for my coffee. There were a few other parents there, all of us in Auburn gear and all of us, parent types, waiting on kids who were sleeping in the dorms just across the quad. Nice to commune with people my age and all of us sending texts to sleeping kids about meeting us at the Starbucks.
For game day we enjoyed a breakfast tailgate with the Parents Association. Awesome food, grits, biscuits and gravy, eggs, rolls, good stuff. Saw the Tiger Walk, where the players and coaches walk through the crowd to the stadium before the game.
Was very impressed YET AGAIN by my Canon Powershot SX150. The zoom on that little camera rocks. Here’s with zoom from row 52
And the end of the game, a winning field goal in OT to win-
And when the football team wins at Auburn the next order of business is the rolling of the oaks, or what’s left of the oaks after the poisoning deal.
And that was that. A marvelous day with the kid, who by all accounts is doing well, loving school, doing well in classes, good on him.
Sunday morning we had breakfast at the local bagel shop, but not before I walked around the campus twice waiting for him to get up. Then it was time to point the car east on 85 and head back to Atlanta. Those first few miles I’ll admit were a little melancholy, I was reflecting on the great times while lamenting the fact that this would be, at best, a once a year trip, and in all probability not even that often given the distance and expense.
And the other kid, so far off the grid that I won’t get to see him at all until he comes home. Back Minnesota where the quiet was nice and the weather.. lets just say that heading for a walk this morning not as fun at 42 degrees as it was at 78.