Dodging the funnel clouds, we made it to the Galleria Mall in Dallas safely. The Russian shop was kinda cool, full of nesting dolls, Soviet uniform coats, and medals. Some of them were labeled, telling what they were for and “very rare” added. I laughed and wondered if they really were. How could the average American tell? Katherine is a Russian addict. Back in her room, she had a map of Russia on one of her walls. I mentioned that, until recently, my room had been plastered with maps of Russia. “I sense a bond here,” joked Margery. We sat…
So here I am in Colorado. Drove all the way from Longview to Dallas without listening to the radio. Driving quite fast. The weather was overcast, so it wasn’t hot. Stopped at a McDonalds for some coffee, since I was having a hard timekeeping from yawning. Got to University of Dallas around ten. My appointment with Dr. Gregory,head of the Interdisciplinary Philosophic Studies (IPS), the PhD program I’m interested in, wasn’t till noon, so I went up to the graduate admissions office and introduced myself to the lady there I’d talked to. She asked me if I had any questions…