EUGENE, Oregon – This college town offers the same mix of mayhem and magic as Cairo or Manhattan at a fraction of the price. Yesterday, Smartacus had a cheeseburger the size of a truck tire. Twelve bucks. Juicy too.
Everything up here seems juicier, more lush. Probably all that rain. There’s a library of leaves just outside my window right now. Utopia? Hardly. Just a college campus, an exurb of Utopia. Still, the best thing we’ve got.
Seriously, I’d put college campuses right up there with Thanksgiving and Dolly Parton as the best of what America has to offer…pumpkin farms, Kurt Vonnegut, Grace Kelly…yep, right up there. If you love those things, you’ve got to love a college campus.
American universities are built without budgets or any financial constraints whatsoever. When we should’ve been building affordable housing and mental health clinics, we were building college rec centers with juice bars and climbing walls.
I’m not judging. After all, nothing’s too good for the kids.
What you’re left with are these cush campuses. The kids live like rich retirees who build their dream homes on the best golf courses.
Matter of fact, Smartacus brought his clubs. Look for him practicing his chipping on the campus quad. Lord, I love this Oregon grass. Thicker than the nicest sweaters I’ve ever seen.
Anyway, gotta go. I have to move Smartacus into his campus apartment, on the lip of this campus, across from the basketball arena Phil Knight built.
You know, a child is “a complete little universe,” to borrow from the great William Carlos Williams (a poet)
My own workshop of words fails me in describing these cheeky kids, who seem to get all the good stuff we have to offer.
And why not.
Coming soon: My son quivers when he eats. Much like his old man. Plus, best hashed browns I’ve ever had. I mean ever.