I moved to California on the third Saturday in November, 11 years ago. I planned it this way, so that I’d always automatically remember my anniversary. On the third Saturday in November, every year, Ohio State plays Michigan.
11 years ago, I went straight from a Michigan game party to the airport with a one-way ticket in hand, two lumps in my throat (we lost the game and I was scared) and also a joyous sense of adventure in my heart.
It so happens that 11 years ago, the third Saturday in November fell on the 22nd, and that yesterday, it did so again. Which makes yesterday like a doubly accurate anniversary. And when you throw in the fact that the sun spot cycle is also as it was eleven years ago, well, what can I say, I’m feeling extra sentimental, so here’s a mushy little poem I wrote about the move, and about how miraculously lucky I was after I got here.
i was upon an oarless raft
ill water all around
when on a sunny shore I moored
and there by Kay was found
2 Responses to “11 years in California”
I don’t want to rain on your parade, but it’s not possible for the 22nd to be the third Saturday in a month. Though it is quite possible for Michigan and Ohio State to play their game on Nov 22.
Mike,
You are so right!
I did a little research, and apparently the Michigan-OSU used to traditionally be either the third Saturday in November, or the Saturday before Thanksgiving, depending on which web site you read, and then the football seasons started growing, so now it seems there’s no handy little rules. (Unless you count the muck fichigan rule.)