“Are you hungry? Do you want to get breakfast?”
I like the way this is going already.
So I wake up and The Yankee and I set out for a biscuit. We visit Mr. Price’s because he has the best breakfast in town. We make it just in time, between the late breakfast crowd and before the painfully early lunch crowd. I had eggs and hashbrowns and ham and it could have just gone on forever. I like our breakfasts. Very peaceful.
A little boy was there with his mother and when they got up to leave Mr. Price gave him two bags of M&Ms for his Halloween pumpkin. Two bags! Two weeks away!
He did not give me any.
And now I want M&Ms.
At home, finishing the preparation for my long day, I watched the forecast. Rain, being pushed through by a cold front. Close the windows then, to keep out the rain. Study the radar and perform multivariate calculations on the pace of the line of storms and my drive to campus. Where will the two intersect? How can I minimize the time I spend in the rain? And do I have time for all of that?
I did not have time for all of that. So I risked it.
This was one section of my drive:
The road had a generally sunny disposition. It sprinkled in one tiny spot, but everything else appeared eager and happy to be in a bright, sunny October day.
After I drove through those clouds in the distance, I found some more:
Glad I snapped that picture when I did. The road curves to the left just after that, and there was nothing but blue sky beyond.
Gave a 20 question current events quiz in class today. Held forth on photojournalism after that. I enjoy that lecture, I get to talk about people like Henri Cartier-Bresson, Arnold Hardy and Lewis Hine. And then I get to put up pictures I’ve taken, which is about the only way these comparisons can be made. After class a few students stuck around and talked about stories they are working on. I really enjoy those one-on-one coaching sessions beyond the classroom.
And now grading, lots of grading. And also the newspaper, where even now student-journalists are at various levels of putting together tomorrow’s paper. Some of those bright young minds starting talking this evening about their future. “It is in your hands, as a draft, right now,” I say. I’m expecting something close to a perfect edition tomorrow.
