Wednesday evening, Terry and I were doing our usual after dinner—she was in her sewing room trying to work with one or two cats trying to prevent her from doing any needle work and I was in the living room surfing the internet—when the doorbell chimed.
When I opened the door, there stood our son. Now this may not sound too unusual but as far as we knew he was on the west coast working for a tree company for the summer after having graduated from U of Idaho. He had called his mother on Sunday (he’s a relatively good boy) from the Grand Tetons of Wyoming as he began a hike with a friend of his. But he never said anything about where he was headed—the sneaky so and so!
Without telling us, he decided that he would spend this summer working in the parks of Baltimore, just as he had done last year. He liquidated all his holdings in Idaho and headed east. He has just one more day of Marine Corps Reserve duty to carry out and he will become inactive. This fall he plans on going to Guyana in South America to teach for a year. Then….? Who knows? To qualify for the teaching post (for which he has to pony up some cash for room and board) he has to have 25 hours of teaching. He figures he can get that by working with the kids in the parks.
By Friday afternoon he was on his way again, back to Baltimore. Guess Terry and I will have to haul our butts down to the Inner Harbor to pay him a visit.
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Yes. So after he left your place, he came to ours. :D Well, no. He went down to Baltimore, discovered that his apartment wouldn't be ready until today (there was no plumbing, or some such nonsense), and then came back north again to us. He just left about an hour ago.
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