My son is home for the holiday weekend. He took the train up from Manhattan, a five or so hour journey. It was cheaper, almost as quick as flying, and available at the last minute.
I picked him up at the station by Carousel Mall. Buses pulled in and out, depositing SU students and picking up others coming back to Syracuse. It seemed like one giant dance - everyone on this side move to that side and cause a happy confusion in the middle.
Tonight, after a day of shopping and cooking and baking he's off to visit friends in the village. They're meeting at the Sherwood Inn for dinner and then on to The Cedar House to hear Dusty. They might end up at Morris's or Bluewater. He wants to find a spot to keep an eye on the SU-Ohio State NIT game at 9:30.
Not much has changed in the past 30 or so years. I would ride home from college or yes, take the train. We'd meet friends at someone's house and then go out to TC on the east side. I have no idea if young people around the university area still do this, but I bet they do.
Skaneateles has been described as the perfect 50's community. Beaver would fit in quite well - as well as he ever did in Mayfield. Wally would though and I know an Eddie Haskell. And that's all a good thing, and something precious to be thankful for this weekend.
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