Marie’s game was all the way out in Brockport today.
Once upon a time I drove to and from Brockport with my eyes closed.  (No.  No.  They weren’t closed.  I mean I was really, really tired, but they were open.)  I attended college at Brockport and I’ve only been back through the town once or twice in the last 23 years. 

A lot of the scenery has changed, and there are a lot more stores out there now, but it isn’t any closer and it made for a long trip.

The trip included me turning one street too soon for the soccer field and ending up smack dab on the west side of campus, where I was suddenly greeted with the high rise buildings I had lived in all those years ago. 

Now – if I had never, ever seen the campus again, it wouldn’t have mattered to me.  I rarely reflect on those years at all and I certainly don’t pine for those days.  But it was interesting to see them still standing tall there.

We made it over to the field where the team won again.  It was a very good game.

But it wasn’t 80 degrees like it had been last Thursday!

After the photo we drove back through the south side of campus to see what we could see.

I’m not one of those folks that smile wistfully about my “college years.”  College was something that I needed to do to get on to the next step in my life.  I did have some fun, and I made some great friends, but I’m  not a “whole college experience” kind of person.   Especially these days.  College has gotten astronomically expensive for very little return on investment.  But – it did make me smile when I remembered the days when this was my home for the night. 

In an effort to emphasize that these structures were my homebases for a season, I said, “Marie – this is where my bed was.  This was where my pillow was!”

She responded with, “Mom, you are always thinking about sleep!”

Colossians 2:8 –

See to it that no one takes you captive by philosophy and empty deceit, according to human tradition, according to the elemental spirits of the world, and not according to Christ.