They come back, don’t they?
My son and I left early for Sam Houston State. There were lots of errands to do; old dad was huffin’ and puffin’ emptying both cars. College teens were whistling while carrying 200 lb trunks on their shoulders; I’m dragging a suitcase. With wheels.
Then a trip over to the bank to deposit his graduation money and open an account. Then buy his first round of books. Gadzooks; $475. After lunch back to his dorm and setup the computer and make the bed.
Dorms have changed since I went to school. He has his own room; he shares a small suite with a nice young fellow named Sean. They share a bathroom off of a join living area that has a sofa, shair, coffee table, microwave, refrigerator and sink. Man, that is upscale.
By mid-afternoon we were done, thankfully, because I was worn out. I pray he does well this first semester. Part of me has this list of things for him to do; walk the campus and find your classes, find the cafeteria, but I think I’m done.
Time for Alex to do this by himself.

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