I've been out of the 14850 for some time now, being that school is over and all. I've thought long and hard (hear that ladies, even my thinking is long and hard, just like my jousting pole from when I was on American Gladiators*) about it and I've figured out what I miss most about Ithaca. The gorges! No, not the Gorges.  They're glorified holes in the ground. I actually propose we fill them with cement, turn them into parking lots and fix this parking problem on campus. Eh? I know I'm brilliant. Brilliantly handsome! (Please note, I'm not even making sense anymore.)

My real favorite thing about Ithaca is the Farmer's Market.  For those who have never been, go immediately, because there is nothing quite like enjoying some fresh cooked Cambodian food as you sit lakeside.  The food is fresh grown and cooked by hippies (real hippies!) and is always delicious.  That brings me to Part Deux of why I love the Farmer's Market: the hippies!  They're such a lively bunch!

*You thought I was being perverted didn't you? Oh, maybe you're the pervert.  Just kidding, but I gotta keep an eye on you!  Seriously though, stay away from my kids.