I met my wife here for our first date. It's tucked in a corner of campus that could hardly be called forgotten, yet I find myself stopping whenever I pass by and remarking on how thoroughly it slips the mind. When I think of Harper I think of its main entrance, or else the entrance I so long used to climb the great staircase to the circulation desk.
14 years is a long time but it has never felt that way. Though we now have a son who is growing up faster than I care to admit, life always feels fresh. Maybe it is worth taking Oliver here before some unforeseen turn in life whisks us elsewhere, though I think I might wait until the weather is warm enough that icicles aren't hanging from the lamp posts.
More from this spot soon.