On my happy little college town that I miss

Yesterday morning Bonnie and Pat left and Bud also hit the road for a business trip. To Blacksburg. I know, that is like being forced to wait tables in heaven where all tips are at least $20 and you get to sit with the guests and eat too and not really wait on them at all. Last night when Bud called I found myself asking him what the weather is like? No, but, I mean it sounds mild, did you have to wear a long sleeve tshirt? Oh ok, but I just love Blacksburg air. Because maybe, just maybe I could be back there for a few minutes, over the phone. And I have no doubt that it's been romanticized in my head what with the years of college that are just a blur of fun and happy and then the next three years that are partially a blur of a boss who was so off his rocker we took notes during meetings but not the kind of notes that are to remember what he said but notes to remember what he said because, no way, it was just THAT CRAZY. Or the times he would bang on my desk, instructing me to stand up when he walked up to it? Haha that was funny. Or funny later, not when I would go home and cry, funny. But even so. Even with the small town politics which really amounted to the university being predictably backwards and sometimes seedy. Even so I miss it. Truly bumping into someone I knew, almost everytime I went to the store. Loading up the cars and trucks with towels and beer and heading to the river. Eating not-so-great appetizers on a restaurant patio when the weather finally turned warm. And all that that I will not keep going on about. It's probably a place I could've moved in my 40's and not liked at all. I know that. But it represents this golden slice of my life and I knew hanging on, hanging out with long hair at the college bars when I was 35, would not work and that moving was probably inevitable. But I still miss it a lot.