Quickly eat a breakfast of coffee and an English muffin (with jam only) and watch while Alexander partakes of the breakfast buffet. Fortunately, it is not even tempting.
Vanderbilt lives up to its reputation of being an impressive school. Southern. Pretty. Great academics. Strong sports teams and accompanying school spirit. Easy access to Nashville. Oh, and a 3:1 squirrel to person ratio (in case that’s important).
We eat lunch in the school cafeteria, as we are doing at all the schools. The boys eat burgers and fries; Zelia and I eat salads. We all like Vanderbilt.
After lunch, we pile back in the car and drive over four hours to Atlanta. The afternoon starts our overcast then changes to heavy rain then becomes snow and ends up just plain dreary. We play a word game that ends badly over two contested words: xylophonic and youtalle. We make numerous stops along the way to re-fuel the car and re-fuel our growing teen-aged boys. They need to be fed every two hours or so.
We arrive in Atlanta around 7 and it’s freezing. Not quite the sunny southern weather we’d packed for. We get in the room, turn the heat up to 80, wash our faces, and get ready for dinner.
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