My son had a wrestling match last night, hosted in my old Jr High. I haven't been there since I walked out of my last day of finals thirty years ago. The building has not had any major renovations or changes in that entire time. Sure a fresh coat of paint here and there, but WOW.
Felt like I was back in 1994.
I managed to sneak into the library. I spent half of my life in that library, so going back in was a treat. Sure it had been rearranged, but... ok let me describe this library. The building used to have a courtyard, decades before I even went there. They added a new wing, closing it off. They slapped up a ceiling and floor, and called that new space the library. The ceiling was cavernous, and when you looked up you could see windows into classrooms. The lighting was all downward, so the tall ceilings were dark and, dare I say, moody. If I can borrow a term from the kids - it was a vibe.
If I didn't show up early to absolutely nerd out, I might have missed the match.
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