A long time ago, I applied to go to college at the University of Virginia. “No, thank you,” said UVA.
Four years later, I applied to go to law school at the University of Virginia. UVA said (a little more sternly), “Anne. Did you NOT HEAR US the first time?”
So I’ll be honest: UVA and I are not friends. But a couple of weeks Jim had a conference to attend up in Charlottesville and I tagged along.
I got to grab lunch with my friend Priscilla in a delicious sandwich place.
The next day, I took a great walk to The Corner and had a posh yogurt parfait.
On the way back I saw the lacrosse team doing their thing along with some students determined to get their epic graduation pictures taken.
But just when I started seeing the appeal of the place, I misjudged a curb, tripped, and landed in a heap right in front of the arena. (Or was it the ghost of Thomas Jefferson firmly making a point?)
It’s okay, UVA. Charlottesville still has the nearest Trader Joe’s to my house. I’ll be back.