Saturday morning we got up and went downtown to the Fleetwood Diner before making our way to the MBA tailgate (which was oddly under-attended and kinda lame) and then the game. Iowa presented the last big pre-tOSU test for the varsity, and the fans knew it. Michigan Stadium was rocking and the team demonstrated why it is number 2 in the nation. The place got loud in the third quarter and stayed that way - probably the second-best crowd of my time here. With our ears ringing and legs tired we went back to 409B for pulled pork and cornbread for dinner, then made an evening out of it and watched the Tigers' struggles at Buffalo Wild Wings. Today Anthony had a relatively early flight and I an important IPD meeting, so the weekend came, as they tend to do in grad school, to a screetching halt. Just half a day later it seems like a long time ago that he was here.... something of a testament to the pace of our lives.

For reasons unknown I find myself drawn to odometer-derived milestones. Today the Jimmy reached #90000 leaving me to think back on those miles, from "what a marvelous machine!" until this very morning. It reminded me of a song:

"A million miles our vagabond wheels Clocked up beneath the clouds
They're counting down to show time
When we do it for real with the crowds
Air miles are owing but they don't come for free
And they don't give you any for pain
But if it's all for nothing
All the roadrunning has been in vain."