home sweet door

I was pretty excited to see the door to my own apartment. After many strange doors in strange hotels had been its stand-in, I was ready for the original. No strange bedspreads to be seen and no questionable continental breakfast either.

Not surprisingly, I've returned with one bag more than I left with. Gained items include a white cowboy hat, peach salsa, an alligator refrigerator magnet, and some postcards that still need to be sent (sorry!).

Serious questions remain - what will I do tomorrow without waffle house for breakfast? Who will give me strange directions to a campus parking lot? For the time being, I'll let all that wait and do some laundry that doesn't include a hotel room sink.
To the open road!

last working day and the grove

Today things went much better at Ole Miss. I found some interesting papers about local adaptations to national policies and some more contextual information. I think we are ending on a high note! I also took a walk through the quadrangle known as "the grove" where a major riot occurred on campus during 1962 when a student protest against the admission of the man who would be the university's first black student turned violent. Now, its a small, quiet, shaded spot with a marker for remembrance. Tomorrow I'll be back home which is an exciting thought. Its been quite a month of silly and awesome adventures. Thanks for reading along!