First: never look a borrowed car in the mouth, so to speak. However, if this car has recently had your mother's chai latte spilled in it and suffered your father's "attempt" at cleaning it, please beware. The smell was was reminiscent rotten milk or dirty babies. Brian and I pretended the smell went away after a few minutes of being in the car, until we bought an emergency air freshener just over the border in New Hampshire.
Second: as for the rest of the trip up north, its hard not to love a state with no sales tax and where all the license plates have "live free or die" on them. The school was small, but in a more comfortable way than in a claustrophobic manner. Besides, there were at least two or three hallways that we didn't go down while on the tour. Another plus was that the professors and students all seemed technologically forward. I spied iMacs, an Airport base station, and one professor used his 12" Powerbook to show a presentation. That sort of computer competency can not be underestimated.
The box lunch during the open house included a good cookie. As Brian noted, though I fear sarcastically, its a good idea to judge the merits of an institution of higher learning by the quality of its baked goods.
