Pasadena: Slice of paradise

They traveled from near and far, brought together by something that hadn’t occurred in a quarter century — to watch their alma mater in the Rose Bowl. It didn’t matter that the team’s home base, in Michigan, was thousands of miles away, while the opponent’s was just down the road (OK, under 400 miles/five-ish hours, to be specific).

We’d been waiting for so long, and it was our time. We met so many others who also bled green — from Baltimore, from Chicago, fellow Michiganders — and you couldn’t help but feel safe, feel comforted, knowing that, despite being complete strangers, you share this common bond.

The moment I wanted to bottle up: The mountains, the blue of the sky, surrounded by my people.
The moment I wanted to bottle up: The mountains, the blue of the sky, surrounded by my people.
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