Duncan thought he wanted to go to a college in Maine, so off we went in search of the perfect SLAC.* At Colby, the cheerful young guide said “awesome” too much, and there was something that set us off about the campus. Bowdoin positively glowed with New England essence, but every student we met was type A to a scary degree. At Bates, the young guide entertained us with free-wheeling ideas, such as starting a Viking House (complete with braided beards and building long boats) and we fell love with the school instantly. It was the only college that didn’t accept my boy.
* Small Liberal Arts College