Greetings from the great state of Oregon. The purpose of our visit — the graduation of our daughter, Rachel, from her master’s program at the University of Oregon — GO DUCKS! — is now accomplished. The next few days can be devoted to visiting and seeing the sights (and spending lotsa money).
Eugene is a great town. One of the few remaining hippie havens (though I suspect most of the counterculture folk here can’t claim the mantle of “hippie” — don’t you have to have lived in the ’60s to qualify?). The city is laid back and human scale. Public transportation is common, cheap, and clean. There are festivals everywhere. Tolerance seems to be the norm. You get full service at the gas stations in part because the law requires it, thus putting more people to work. Our daughter’s commencement speaker packed her half hour talk with repeated calls for social justice. The ones who don’t drive hybrid cars do so simply because they use bikes instead. Health food abounds. What’s not to like?
Shortly after we leave Oregon, Rachel will as well. She’s going to spend a month in Italy helping to restore a 16th Century sawmill. She could use the experience as nine credit hours toward another master’s degree, but right now she’s thinking she is finished with graduate school.
(Also, note that green purse in the photo above. It is capacious and managed to hold all of our stuff, and for some reason I was given responsibility for carrying the purse around most of the day. Fortunately, I was wearing earth tones, so it didn’t really clash much.)
- Mulberries are ripening.