We have arrived in Missoula. It’s kind of a Mecca for St. Lawrence alumni. I have been looking forward to catching up with old friends. We’re staying with Jenny, my roommate from sophomore year. Heidi made a surprise visit too. She arrived with a bang. Literally. She hit the curb at the intersection across from Jenny’s house and popped her tire. This was after almost running out of gas two times on her drive from Bozeman. It’s only 200 miles away. Perhaps her car or the universe is trying to tell her something. There is a playful competitive spirit between the two towns, maybe the cars are in on this as well.
Here’s Heidi demonstrating how to change a tire in her Sunday best, a good example to her daughter that women can be both pretty and competent. I would like to track down the makers of the game at that link and punch them in the throat.
Eva joined us as well, a common thread being we all ran on the cross-country team. The evening is spent reminiscing and catching up over good Missoula beer and bottles of wine. The men retire early, bored of our stories. Not being alumni, they may never understand the cult of Larry, as Scott puts it.
Eva, Jenny, Heidi and I all squished on the loveseat for a group photo. Ladies, thank you for making this happen – love you all!