The air is astonishingly clear and everything is either brilliant blue, green or one of Norway's five approved colors: brick red, mustard yellow, white, pale blue or dark green (there we go with the blues and greens again. I wonder how politicians worked these restrictions out centuries ago.
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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