Christmas journey, with detour

conservativecave.com ^ | December 13, 2009 | franksolich

[franksolich]

It was the late afternoon of December 16, the year I was nineteen, and a junior at the University of Nebraska; the week of final examinations for the semester, and I had just one remaining, in Spanish, for 10:00 a.m. the following day.

It was snowing greatly that day, in Lincoln, and in the rest of Nebraska, silver-dollar sized flakes drifting down, covering the ground to several inches, and causing the trees to sag from the weight.

I had just gotten done eating supper with classmates, who were all agog and excited about going home for Christmas. I had my own plans, to go to my grandmother's home in northeastern Pennsylvania. The deadline was getting close for reservations with an airline, but I figured I would deal with it after dealing with Spanish.

Returning to my room, I looked with foreboding at the Spanish exercises. There seemed no way I was going to pass the course, a requirement for a degree, but as the University of Nebraska had made some, uh, exceptions already for my being deaf, I had never bothered asking for another one. One can after all ask too many favors.

[franksolich]

I hope this is of interest.

[franksolich]

Ping for the list.

[GeronL]

thanks Frank

[MamaB]

Thanks for sharing this. I try to help truckers on the roads when they need to change lanes or whatever.

[The SISU kid]

Bump for bookmark & later read

[bad company]

Great stuff once again frank!

[thecodont]

I enjoyed your story. Thank you for posting this.

[handmade]

With gr grandparents that homesteaded in the sandhills of Nebraska, and of course being very familiar with the state, this was very much of interest to me.

Thanks.