This is the church where Rick and I got married. Quite a handsome church, don't you think?
On Sunday I spent part of the afternoon wandering around Stanford University. I didn't have my camera with me but I took a few pictures with my iPhone.
It was nice growing up in a University town. My father was a professor at Stanford. My mother, sister, aunt and niece all worked there. When I was in high school my friends and I would ride our bikes over to the campus on Friday nights and watch Woody Allen movies for $1. And feel very sophisticated in doing so.
I actually worked there for one Summer. In one of the libraries. If I remember correctly there are a whole warren of passageways underground that lead from library to library. Or maybe it just seemed that way. I can remember I hated having to go down to the 'stacks' to retrieve a book for someone. It was gloomy and spooky down there.
The library I worked at was the biology library but I was occasionally loaned out to the main library on campus. The library had a system where professors could check out books as long as they liked. However there were a few professors that took advantage of this system and kept books for ages. The library kept a list of the worst offenders and what books they had checked out and I was given the task of calling them and gently suggesting they might think about returning them.
When I looked at the list the first name on it was my very own father! I didn't bother calling him but when I got home that evening I lectured him on the importance of returning books in a timely manner. He didn't even remember that he still had the books.
Isn't this a pretty drive onto campus? It is aptly named Palm Drive. The church can be seen at the very end of the road. It is really a gorgeous campus and if you are ever in the area it's worth a visit.
