[the most photographed law quad in america]
I have been running all over this town all summer. It has been wonderful to see the little cherry tomatoes on Geddes turn to a luscious red, the grass in Burns Park bloom to clover, and my little Arb fawns grow up into real deer.
Recently my (former?) peers have been, well, reappearing. Every morning there are more Marching Band members sprouting on Elbel Field, high stepping and huddling in tweeting flocks. The winds are changing, and I am quickly realizing that I am not going back to school.
Additionally, a weird realization came over me that I am back in America for fall. One which let me to scoop up DeLillo's first novel, Americana. I picked it up after I sent my brother to South America with White Noise. How novel to read American novels outside of the country. Perhaps even more novel to read them fully aware of your surroundings. And the doubleplus good of it all, so far Americana has been the fix to sting me from Mad Med to Mad Men.
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