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There are no children in my immediate family anymore - all of my parents' offspring exceed the age of 24. Yet my presents still inexplicably come from Santa. Maybe one day I'll be a parent and still have the urge to carry on the tradition past its logical stopping point. But seeing as I busted the Santa myth around the age of six (mom didn't think I'd make the logical leap when I saw her buy a present for my brother which he later opened from Santa), perhaps ability to play along has been skewed.
Extended family gatherings have morphed in the past year or two, with most of my cousins hitting the college age. There's not really playing and high-octane activity anymore, but an easygoing circle of conversation and banter. There are some clear differences as you span our ten-year age gap (I am now familiar with a pointless and apparently popular app called Snap Chat), but there's also a foundation for real conversation.
a winter's dunes \12.25\
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There are no children in my immediate family anymore - all of my parents' offspring exceed the age of 24. Yet my presents still inexplicably come from Santa. Maybe one day I'll be a parent and still have the urge to carry on the tradition past its logical stopping point. But seeing as I busted the Santa myth around the age of six (mom didn't think I'd make the logical leap when I saw her buy a present for my brother which he later opened from Santa), perhaps ability to play along has been skewed.Extended family gatherings have morphed in the past year or two, with most of my cousins hitting the college age. There's not really playing and high-octane activity anymore, but an easygoing circle of conversation and banter. There are some clear differences as you span our ten-year age gap (I am now familiar with a pointless and apparently popular app called Snap Chat), but there's also a foundation for real conversation.
The hints of the cooler climes ahead have begun. With that, in the midwest, wafts in the ambiance of college football. There are certain days when I walk outside and can practically smell it in the air; regardless of what city street I'm walking down, my mind is transported to Saturday walks to Spartan Stadium down Shaw Lane.
This feeling hits me every year in the weeks preceding the season opener and in those years I've always had the feeling that I'm not the only one.
Chicago is a melting pot of relocated alumni; clearly a large chunk of the ratio leans toward the Big Ten, but there are myriad universities represented. As September looms and the weather starts to turn, there's a noticeable uptick in university apparel.
Everyone seems to be representing their school more prominently when football season is on the horizon. It just gets me even more revved up.
Last year was the first season since I enrolled at MSU that I didn't make it to a football game. Truly unacceptable. The plan is to make it to at least one game this season, the only problem being a significant hike in ticket prices thanks to Coach Dantonio's success with the program.
escape route \08.18\
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This feeling hits me every year in the weeks preceding the season opener and in those years I've always had the feeling that I'm not the only one.
Chicago is a melting pot of relocated alumni; clearly a large chunk of the ratio leans toward the Big Ten, but there are myriad universities represented. As September looms and the weather starts to turn, there's a noticeable uptick in university apparel.
Everyone seems to be representing their school more prominently when football season is on the horizon. It just gets me even more revved up.
Last year was the first season since I enrolled at MSU that I didn't make it to a football game. Truly unacceptable. The plan is to make it to at least one game this season, the only problem being a significant hike in ticket prices thanks to Coach Dantonio's success with the program.