Plane

My son is doing his homework next to me on the plane to New York. We're on Jet Blue, I'm watching Queer Eye, and he's got complicated mathematical equations up on his computer screen. We're far enough into the flight that light-headedness has kicked in and I'm beginning to reflect with new-found, jet-bound perspective on the wonderful life we have. I find it hard to believe that we're off to look at colleges when the image of that cone-headed, still bloody little baby being put gently on my chest is still so clear in my mind. I know I'm suffering from 30,000 feet fever but we seem so damned fortunate to be doing this, to have this opportunity.

Tomorrow it's Fordham and Sarah Lawrence and then the drive up to Skidmore, through the Hudson Valley. We're taking the scenic route, along the Taconic State Parkway. The weather promises to be clement and I have to say, I'm really rather excited.