Anyway, if you are like Anne Grass who will be too busy driving a bus come September to write, please drop a line when you get a free moment this summer. Hope to hear from all of you sooner or later. Peace, Love, and word to your mother. Jeff
Once upon a time, I had a mother. She's the same mother that I have now, I just thought I'd hook you into this letter by providing one of those interesting story introductions. I've digressed. Anyway, my mother is part of a relatively big ole Catholic family. She is the middle of seven children. That's not really relevant information, but it's good for the story.
The seven children each grew old and moved out of their childhood home in Omaha, Nebraska, and started a family (the exception being Uncle Fr. Tom who was a geologist in Turkey before God called him to minister to his people as a priest.) In order to keep in touch, the family started a letter called the "Round Robin."
The Round Robin used to be like a circular chain letter. In the envelope that circled from family to family, were eight letters, one from each of the siblings as well as one from Grandma and Grandpa. When the letter got to a house, the recipient would take out his/her old letter, replace it with a new one, and send it on to the designated next recipient. When Al Gore invented the Internet, and e-mail got fairly mainstream, the letters stopped being sent by USPS. Now, on the first of every month, each family member sends out an e-mail with an update of how his/her family is doing.
It's the first of the month. Welcome to my version of the Round Robin.
One thing that I discovered in college was that the best way to ensure that I got mail was by sending out letters of my own, or I could order random crap online and have it delivered to Creighton. Regardless, this letter isn't necessarily about me getting letters back, but more importantly about maintaining those relationships that I've developed over the years.
I promised plenty of people before I left school that I would make sure to keep in touch while on my adventures in Chicago. I'm not in Chicago yet, but I figured I'd get into practice.
Since school ended, it has been a relatively stress free month. Scott and I road tripped home, stopping in Provo to visit my good friend Eric, and then stopping in the San Francisco Bay Area to visit my dad's side of the family. While up north we got to see the Giants play (and lose) as well as see my cousin Elizabeth set the Sacramento State pole vault record at her Conference track meet. I saw Elizabeth vault again at the NCAA regional track meet this past Friday, and while she didn't do quite as well as before, she still made it higher than I will ever go. Congrats to her.
Up until the first weekend of August when I leave for Chicago, I will be working for the Aquatics Section of the City of Santa Clarita as a lifeguard. For the past few weeks I've been working at the Aquatic Center, and next week when all the summer pools open, I'll find out who drafted me to his/her staff and where I'll be spending the summer. Other than that, I've made sure to catch up on season one of "Psych," season four of "House" visit with a few West Coast Roadtrippers (Beth Dickey, Tracy Davies, Sarah Gude), and I'm slowly plugging my way through three books right now.
That's all from here. Now, since this is a practice round (robin), if I can make a few gentle requests:
