The time has come:  Evan is out of elementary school and has moved to the middle school to begin 6th grade.  It makes me remember my own transition to “junior high” and my first trip to the ancient old building might have been best described by the following excerpt from “The Statement of Randolph Carter” by H.P. Lovecraft.

“…I could distinguish a repellent array of antique slabs, urns, cenotaphs, and mausoleum facades; all crumbling, moss-grown, and moisture-stained, and partly concealed by the gross luxuriance of the unhealthy vegetation. 

The removal of the slab revealed a black aperture, from which rushed an effluence of miasmal gases so nauseous that we started back in horror. After an interval, however, we approached the pit again, and found the exhalations less unbearable. Our lanterns disclosed the top of a flight of stone steps, dripping with some detestable ichor of the inner earth, and bordered by moist walls encrusted with niter.”

But Evan’s experience seems to have gone much better than that.  I look forward to hearing about his exploits around the dinner table.