I must say, there was a reason I loved Romper Room as a kid. I waited and waited, and she never did say she saw Stacy. But I had hope every time.
So if you’ve been reading this LJ for a while, you know how facinated I am to connect with people all over the world. Well, the next best thing is to connect with people from home. Or is it the other way around? All I know is, I’ve had a recent visitor from Champaign-Urbana, Illinois, and I must say hello, because how could I ignore my alma mater? (Sort of. I spent 4 1/2 years there but ended up graduating from BYU.)
So to you fellow Illinoisans out there, welcome! (Even if you’re not an 8th-generation one like me. 😀 Which of course my being in Seattle makes many a farm-bred relative ask, “What do you need to be all the way out there again for, anyway?” To which I point to my old friend from my Galva High School class who lives in Tacoma and say, “It’s not just me!” Which reminds me that spring is coming and I need to make a field trip to the Tacoma Museum of Glass. Can you believe I’ve lived here nearly two years and never taken my high school friend who works there up on the offer to see it??? I can’t.)
Off to read a book, and I’m not sure whether I want to go blast the Marching Illini to embrace “Alma Mater” going through my head (yes, I played mello and LOVED being in the band that Sousa loved) or go find something to take the nostalgia away.