This place is so...America. It's quiet. It's quaint. It's on a lake--one of those mythical lakes in Upstate New York that vaguely filled my imagination as a child. Children raised in the South don't ever get to experience places like this. Maybe it's me, but I have never seen so many fall colors in my life...the leaves on the trees are tremendous. Everything is in color. Everything is green. In my effort to explore the whereabouts of my new digs, I almost stopped today to take a picture as I drove down a tree-covered street in a residential part of town. It's a place where the buildings are all very old, and the gables on every roof are very steep...and every house has a chimney...and a big yard...and...wow. It's just so...very...America...
...and the university where I am teaching for the next few months is exactly what a first job should be.
But more on this later.