The campus of Lewis & Clark really is extraordinary -- rolling, palatial hills, deep ravines and deep greens every place you look -- plus the men's locker rooms have a curious machine apparently can dry your wet shorts. Afterward, we had a celebratory group brunch at the Screen Door, again. The lady and I shared a spicy-pecan salad (my pick; I can't take this concentrated a carb-load anymore) and she ordered the always-dynamite chicken & waffle. Independent of us, her dad and mom ordered the same dishes: Almost a week later, I still don't know what, if anything, I should make of this. The salad was OK and my half of the chicken was rather rubbery but didn't make me ill later so huzzah.
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