My cousin Ray left last Thursday for a semester in England. He is studying in a castle, once owned by Stanford, now by Univ. of Evansville; the joint has a pub in the basement and room entirely of gold. Pretty sweet. It's in Grantham, England, a hundred miles or so NW of London.
My family is going to visit him over Thanksgiving (good rates, decent (enough) weather) and I cannot wait. I only saw Ray twice this summer, on his first day back from his first year of college at our cousin's First Communion party in May, and again on the night before he left for another continent, but I'm gonna miss that kid. I really wanted to use the word "first" as many times as possible without the sentence breaking of its own weight. I think I succeeded.
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