Nola’s First Classic City Visit
Posted by Will on January 10, 2012
One thing that we were itching to do while we were down in Georgia was to get up to Athens and show Nola where we first met.
Okay.
That is a bold face lie. We wanted to get up to Athens to go get some succulent, finger-licking vegetarian soul food at the much revered restaurant and old Friday night haunt, The Grit. Being able to stroll along North Campus, around the Chapel, beside the Herty Field Fountain, and through The Arch (uh, yes Brittany did tote Nola through The Arch) was just extra yeast gravy.
Brittany did not succumb to the curse of the Arch as she walked away from Athens with not one but two degrees.
Just off East Broad, Nola could be seen honing her zombie walk.
On the Chapel steps.
Curiosity killed the cat. Good thing Nola is a Dawg.
Brittany assists Nola in tossing a penny into the Herty Field Fountain. It is unknown if Nola's wish has come to fruition yet or if technically, her wish even counts. Heck, who knows what's going on in that noggin.
Nola Jean: Master of the Straw.
GOLDEN BOWL!!! OMG!1!1 LOLZ!!!
To cap off the day, Nola got her first taste of ice cream. She was very pleased.
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Amongst the Savages
Posted by Will on January 9, 2012
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A Book of Memories
Posted by Will on January 9, 2012
It seems every now and then when I get back to Georgia I always tend to run across some item of nostalgia. This particular item isn’t mine nor is it something I was actually a part of. Yet, it is actually a really fantastic find of my Dad’s — his old junior college yearbook.
My Dad spent his first two years of higher education at Young Harris College, a small, private liberal arts college in the the farthest reaches of northeast Georgia. He was a second generation YHC graduate (I looked into being a third but it was too small for my tastes) and looking through the yearbook, quite the active student.
There is a somewhat humorous story of how through the years Dad would every now and then mention he was Mr. Young Harris College his sophomore year. Naturally, David and I thought he was trying to pull one over on us (although, looking back, I don’t know why he would have any reason to). When I took a visit in 2006 to look around at Young Harris, Dad somehow procured a copy of this yearbook to prove his title. Thus, the myth became reality.
It is pretty fascinating to see Dad at a younger point in his life (sans mustache no less) and it is slightly mental to see how much he and David look alike.
Below are a few select pages. I promised Dad I wouldn’t post a ton of the photos I took.
