Boston

We rolled into Boston late Monday night. When we got there we met up with our friend David Gray who is currently studying at MIT. (My boy Dave is wicked smaht) That evening we got some Chinese and walked around Cambridge. MIT and Harvard both have very impressive campuses. Harvard’s main quad reminded me of Carolina quite a bit. MIT’s campus was one architectural masterpiece after another. The next day we visited Dave’s lab. Imagine, if you will, the most embellished, cartoonish lab your mind is capable of, full of colorful bottles and all sorts of moving contraptions and now distill that image until you get something 10 times more potent. Then, if your brain is up to the task, think about how this is just an undergrad lab where Joe Schmoes like Eric and I can walk through. Oh, and for those of you wondering, Dave is majoring in Materials, which sounds vague and simple, but when Dave starts to describe it, my vision blurs and my extremities get numb. Like I said earlier: Dave = wicked smaht. Anywho, before we left, we attended a lunch and lecture with a former UN war crimes prosecutor who worked on the Slovedon Milosovich case. There were only like a dozen people, so at lunch I sat right across from this guy and Eric and I explained our road trip to him. And what did Eric and I wear to meet such a respected gentlemen? Well, I was sporting my stained Richmond Soccer shirt and Eric donned a shirt that asked the piercing question, “Hoosier Daddy?” Who is your Daddy good sir?



Really cool MIT building.