
- A young lady who works at my gym sharing with me her college saga that has lead her to attend a nearby community college coming up this fall. She started out at my first school, Georgia College & State University, in my home town. I tell her that I loved it because of the green lawns under leafy trees and that my English professor would take our 20-member group outside to sit in a circle and have class. She says they still do that.
- Working with students by email at the University of Wisconsin Upward Bound program to have a couple of yearbooks printed for the group excursion that landed them in Atlanta this week. Wanting to deliver them myself so I can finally meet them, I get a little lost in busy downtown Atlanta (big GPS failure); finally asking a cab driver where the hotel is. He leads me down city streets, pauses in front of the hotel, lowers his window and points. He drives away with a wave. There are angels everywhere.