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                  The airport in Detroit is not equiped for the warm weather
                  this week provided. I was fine walking around at night in a
                  t-shirt. In the airport, however, the heat was blaring. The
                  past 24 hours I've been in the great lakes region for
                  something of a whirlwind trip in search of my next challenge.
                  There is an odd balance of vibrance in the Rust Belt amongst
                  the stench of death that is, perhaps, merely a charicature of
                  the region.
                 
                
                  I spent a good portion of the time in the company of a
                  Mexican who reminded me vaguely of my friend Jose from grad
                  school. I wasn't on the same level as Jose and I'm not sure
                  I'm on the same level as Guillermo either. More on that later
                  I suppose.
                 
                
                  Meanwhile Cara is busy at her finding her next challenge post
                  grad school. Her closed door defence is April 12th and the
                  open door one won't be long after. Then I'll have to address
                  my wife as "doctor" and genuflect whenever in her presence.
                  Not that she'd ever insist on that. She's too down to earth
                  and humble about her brilliance. I just feel a little pang of
                  shame every time someone makes a Mr. and Dr. Wogsland joke.
                  C'est la vive. I'll have to get over it. Next month she'll be
                  headed to Bergen to scope out a possible post-doc. That's
                  Bergen, Norway folks, so things are about to get real.
                 
                
                  This was only my second trip to Michigan. The first was in 2010
                  when Zara & I rerouted our trip to Hilton Head from Nebraska
                  to avoid the flooding in Kentucky and Tennessee. None of my
                  other kids have been to Michigan. Somewhat
                  ironically we moved to the recently flooded city of Nashville
                  a year later. Now it seems we may be leaving Tennessee again to
                  continue our adventures elsewhere. I imagine we'll probably be
                  back though. Our spacefaring (or so she hopes) daughter has
                  applied to my alma mater in Knoxville for grad school in
                  planetary geology.
                 
                
                  Regardless of where everybody ends up, the next year is bound
                  to be interesting. Like so many of them have been. One can
                  never say we didn't live life to the fullest. Sometimes it's
                  overwhelming, but it's always interesting...
                 
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