Saturday, day 12..

Back home again. Early drive. I could not sleep so I went looking for breakfast and gas at 5 am. Guess what, they can’t be found on Saturday morning in Scranton. I drove a loop around the city, finally found a diner that was open.  After breakfast, gas station next door was open. Then like magic, the DD was open.  Tough ride, little traffic until the GSP. Just wanted to fall back to sleep. House was in decent shape, thank you DS2.

Notes about orientation:

  • The university received 9000 applications for a class of 1070 students, the largest class in their history
  • Between Valedictorian and Salutatorian, there are a total of 15 in his class
  • There are eight sets of twins in his class (why is this important?)
  • We attended the largest student orientation in the history of the university
  • University of Scranton police are a sworn private police force with the same rights and responsibilities as the City of Scranton police force.  Many transgressions are handled as municipal infractions (read criminal record) instead of internally by the university. (Scares me)

The food was good to great, lots of variety. The only stumble I saw was the fresh-cut fruit on Friday morning. It was honey-dew melon, cantaloupe and pineapple.  None of the melons had the seeds cleaned out before they were cut up. The pineapple did not have the core removed. Not the way the fruit is normally served.  Dinner Friday night was at Kildare’s Irish Pub. They make the best fish n’ chips in the city. Coopers is a close second, but just that.  Add a couple of Guinness and waitresses in kilts, meal par excellence.

When DS3 and I went to Scranton in December for his interview with the ROTC commander and his college tour, we met a father – daughter that were also on the same tour.  We saw them again during orientation. Pretty interesting that two of the three families on the tour A. Made it into the university and B. Were in the same orientation session (there where four choices).  Her big question had to do with Scranton only have equestrian as a club sport. Hmmm. I guess they got past that. They live in Hudson County, not exactly equestrian territory (Think houses, apartments, highways, urban sprawl).

I visited my parents who are both interred in Scranton, always an emotional time for me. Even after all these years.  Found out this morning that the 36 year guy who ran our lacrosse league, Ryan Sanderson, died in his sleep Friday. Yikes!  His brother Chris Sanderson had been diagnosed with brian cancer and so far has been beating it. Chris played in the World Lacrosse games last summer as the goalie for Canada.  Not really sure what that means to the league, most likely it will fold.

Apparently there were big thunderstorms here yesterday afternoon. So, no watering of the garden. I will pick some cucumbers and maybe the first cherry tomatoes.  DS2 works this evening, DS3 is at the deli (hopefully, serious traffic heading towards LBI today).  

Todays picture is from last fall when we were in Scranton for DS2’s Parents Weekend. I brought my bike up and rode around Scranton. Here is my bike out side of Coney Island Texas Lunch.




2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Megan
    Jul 09, 2011 @ 18:29:12

    I like the bike pic outside coney island doggies, way cool. Interesting school stats, amke sure DS3 is aware of the repercussions of “municpal infractions” and his permanent record, ok? Should scare you and all. Horses in Hudson county, hey Holly worked at a very successful barn in essex county big $$$$$. Yes visiting the parents is very emotional, I am glad you did it. Scranton a fine college town and all! Welcome home 🙂


  2. Christina
    Jul 09, 2011 @ 23:17:40

    Glad it all went well. Yep – hard to visit mom and dad even after all these years. Was dad’s BD on the 2nd. He would have been 78 unless my math is wrong which is a possibility.
    I’m always checking my older male client’s birth dates and if there’re around 1933 imagining how Dad would be if he made it as far as the client did. Interesting thoughts.


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