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Graduations, packing, planning to r.e.l.a.x.

So, next week is the BIG WEEK for our family. Son escapes from graduates from NYU. With a double major. After working his ass off for the last four years. Literally. He's skin and bones, and one of our agenda items while we're in the Big Apple is to feed the boy as often and richly as possible.

Seriously.

Now, while he's making light of the fact that a: he's graduating, in four years, from a very good school, with a double major and has b: managed to work and learn some really great life skills along the way, we're kind of freaking out in the high desert.

Our college origins are certainly more humble than Son's. UNM, after all, is a solid state school, but it's no NYU. And graduations take place in the Pit, which is cool, but isn't Radio City Music Hall or Yankee Stadium.

I mean it. The College of Arts and Sciences is having their commencement in Radio City Music Hall.

I don't have a photo of this venue handy, so I borrowed this one from Andrew Prokos, who is shown as the photographer. Thank you Andrew.

I also didn't have a handy photo of Yankee Stadium, but found one out there to use so you could get a feel for the scale I'm talking about here. It's huge. Ginormous. And waaaaaaaaaaaaaay bigger than the Pit.

I'm going to be spending a lot of time acting cool next week, while inside I'm going to be absolutely.bursting.at.the.seams with pride.

I simply can't help myself.

And I'm not sure about relaxing, but I'm pretty sure we're going to have a blast.
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