Thursday, July 3, 2008
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It will be thirty-three years ago this fall when a rusting 1968 Pontiac Bonneville, packed with polyester clothes, flannel sheets and a used IBM selectric typewriter, moved without hesitation up Chicago's Lakeshore Drive, the last leg of the move-in trip to college for this writer.
There were three passengers upfront, ducks in a row across the flat velour bench. Dad was on the far side, occasionally looking up from his AAA triptik for a quiet gaze at the tranquil blue lake. Mom was in the middle, asking no one in particular who could possibly live in all those tall apartment buildings. And I was in the driver's seat, growing increasingly interested in what my assigned roommate from North Little Rock, Arkansas would really be like, and increasingly excited about the events of orientation, scheduled for the next day on the campus of Northwestern University in Evanston, where I would spend the following four years.
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