I remember a professor at UC Santa Cruz (yes, home of the banana slugs) giving the class a list of life goals by way of advice during one of his closing lectures. I think that there were five or six, but the one that stuck with me was: Get to know one place really, really well. In this sense he was talking about getting to know the physiognomy, vegetation, geology, history, culture, weather patterns and all else that contributed to making that place what it was and was going to be.
I think about this as I realize that I have gotten to
|Fanny Dam Falls|
That is not to say that either of us has avoided this connectedness or deep familiarity. With each place we have lived we have immersed ourselves aggressively in the people and places, but we have been nomadic moving seven times in our little more than ten years of marriage. Our itchy feet and circumstances have benefited us greatly in terms of breadth of experience and visual diversity, but there is something to be said for depth as well.
|Smith Island Cake by Jane Thomas [CC BY 2.0]|
via Wikimedia Commons
|Me next to the infamous "Ferris Wheel."|
|A Covington patch from when it was a junior high school. |
It is now an elementary school.
|Clint's Ice Cream as I remember it.|