(let�s get) Get Ready for School

This is a big day, a traveling day. This morning my flotsam and jetsam were strewn around me. Garment bag, duffle, briefcase. Packing for three weeks is an undertaking of no small order. I had my little list. Some of it I accomplished. I triaged the bills that will come due before I return, mailed the birthday gift to my father for early August, wrote checks to the future ex, did laundry, returned the covered dish set I borrowed to take to the pot luck last Thursday. Cleaned my hovel, golfed with my son and his pals at noon. I did not finish a story about my Uncle's memorial, nor do anything about the fuel gauge that doesn't work on the truck. I am now in the process of figuring out what parts of thelap-top I will take to Boston so I will not be out of touch.I am back from golfing and up from the dip in the pool that soothed my aching joints. We were trapped by lightning in a shelter on the course in Fairfax County. It was good to share the time with the boys. There is a Weezer concert tonight and they are all going. I actually know a couple Weezer songs....thanks to them.  I should hit the web-site at Harvard and at least do the first day's reading on the plane. Or worry about it tomorrow. I have selected the coat and tie I must take for the first and last days. In between it is casual, shorts and polo shirt. I must take a minimalist approach to this. Do I take the disc-man and a few precious CD's? Who will I be rooming with? The faithful Zippo lighter will not make the journey on one tank of fuel. I must leave it behind.Do I have enough supplies for the room? I have worried about sending a boy off to college and now I doing the same for myself. Think minimalist, Vic.It has been twenty-seven years since I lived in Boston. I wonder if anything has changed?Maybe I'll find out.....Three weeks away. Put life here in the capital on hold. Then back here for a week and then take my older boy back to Ann Arbor. Maybe get a few days Up North and then the summer is over. Vic Socotra, Harvard man. Has sort of a ring to it, don't you think?