“Looks good to me, Holmes.”
“Great. Now we go to Part B of the problem.”
“Part B?”
“Part B is where I print out a list of the stations and their addresses along with a calendar—then we work out a schedule.”
“Let’s do it.”
“You’re really getting excited about this, aren’t you?”
“You bet. This a lot more fun than graduate school.”
“Yeah, I guess it is. Speaking of school, are you gonna go for a doctorate next?”
“It means another year’s work, but yes—I need the credentials to teach, especially at the college level.”
“How about teaching at a private high school such as Episcopal High?”
“A master’s might do for that, but a doctorate would mean more money.”
“Then go for it.”
“Yeah.”
Orlando, FLSaturday morning
NATE AND I DROVE down to Orlando the first Saturday in November to assess the need for repairs and painting at his house. I made notes as we did our initial walk-through of the house; then we went to the nearest Panera Bread outlet and discussed them over a late lunch.