Senior citizens

I was treating this as my last Christmas at St. Luke's, and I really wanted to get senior citizens right. I think I did too, at least to my satisfaction. We played piano/organ duets, we each played solos, and of course accompanied all the music the various choirs were doing. I felt my commitment to leave wavering, I was so fulfilled here at St. Lukes. "Indiana?" I asked in total surprise, "What are you talking about, Indiana?" It was early March, and Mom Collins had just called Kelly and me into the kitchen and announced that she had found the perfect college for us: An Engineering school in Indiana. "It's so right for you two!" She exclaimed, "I've already written to them and they said there should be no problem, that all they need to get the ball rolling is a personal letter from each of you, a copy of your transcripts, and you'll be able to start in September." "Mom," I protested, "That's in the United States! I don't even know where Indiana is! I don't know what the weather's like there, I don't know anything about any college in the U.S., I don't..." "Charlie," Kelly interrupted, "Shut up!" "Excuse me?" I challenged. "I said shut up! Mom's found something, and the least we can do is listen. So just quit with your pessimistic shit and give senior citizens a chance. Unless of course you have a better idea." It didn't take long for me to realize that Mom had something here. It was indeed a very small college, giving degrees in Engineering and Science exclusively. It was absolutely made to order, and the fees seemed to be within our reach. So Kelly and I got out what had been her dad's typewriter and wrote our letters to Indiana Tech.