I'm visiting my son, Colin, during a very special weekend at his college, West Point. it was coincidental but it was not accidental. I've been on the east coast for the last week and this weekend allowed me the chance to stop by and see him.
It happens also to be the weekend in which he officially affirms his commitment to the US Army: the next 7 plus years of his life. Prior to this he could have left West Point and not been held liable for time unserved. Not now.
So, as I walk into the academy's grounds towards where my son will meet me, I walk on pavement I trod 39 years ago when I first came here. They're the same sidewalks, the same stone wall, the same slightly curved roadway. Yet, it is all completely different.