i don’t know why woodstock, georgia would have a dwarf house, but everything about woodstock was a little surreal. mostly because i came into town at four thirty in the morning after eighteen hours of being tossed about by the airline like a hacky sack. who knew that the quickest route to woodstock, georgia was drink beer in the airport lounge for three hours, fly to miami, repeat the beer process, fly to atlanta and then rent a car to drive?
but i love woodstock in particular because i got to see f2fb friend #198 dale morgan. i went to college with dale back when both of us had long, curly, out of control hair. he was a philosophy major, i was history.
i felt sort of dopey because i started to tell his kids all about how he won the philosophy major of the year award when we both graduated in 1981. it turns out i was wrong. he did not actually win that award although i could have sworn that in june of 1981 we were sitting next to each other in north central college’s auditorium when they announced his name.
he has done very well for himself–a beautiful wife, three children who joined us for lunch (what kid is willing to do that????), and a gorgeous house. dale was cool in college and he is cool even today.
then me and the boy scouts got in the car and headed for huntsville, alabama–home to two facebook friends jonathan boyd and samuel scruggs!