People who have so much idle time that they are regular viewers know I did not grow up here. I was born in Manhattan, raised in Queens and went to high school in the Bronx. As graduation approached, I didn't know where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do. I just wanted out. My high school was run by Jesuits, they steered us to Jesuit colleges and this was the one farthest away from home that let me in.
What would have happened if I stayed in New York? No way to tell but things have worked out pretty well here. Some time when the weather is better I'll walk around campus with my camera. The place has come up in the world since I was there but, IMHO, it has the absolutely worst, most banal collection of outdoor sculpture I've ever seen. Something for future posts.