I found myself driving past the (aforementioned) HVCC.  Just across the street [from it], is the oldest bar in the Albany area---or something like that.  I had/have been meaning for YEARS to, like, have a beer there, 'n stuff.  (In fact, I had a "lab"--that looked out over it.  I had been "threatening" for the entire semester to. . . .)

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      Now, I was on the tail end of the taking of some medication (for toe fungus, if ya' really need to know. . . .  ( :P :P ))---that prevented me from having ANY alcohol.  (!!) (And here I was---trying to write my THESIS (and no booze (!!!!)))  However, I decided---under the circumstances, I was going to have one anyway.  -The trouble was---I couldn't FIND the place.  (!)

      Now, here comes the WEIRD part: For something like 1 & 1/2 years, I drove this route almost every single day---however . . . I couldn't find the way to my old apartment.  (!!!!) (I did, however, find--and I kid you not--the "Bizarro Funeral Home."  Along with the "Amigone Funeral Home" near Buffalo, New York---I came to consider a "weird(ly) named funeral homes in New York State link"---nah. . . .  :) )

      I then found myself driving in front of the Emma Willard School (for ritzy girls).  "Local legend" has it, that Jane Fonda lost her virginity here---at a frat party, after climbing the fence.  Switching channels entirely, I'm somewhat AMAZED---that no one has assassinated her.  (. . .))

      An-y-way, from there (My mind just dumping information---I remember a story of my "big brother" (at A-Phi-O), driving down that one road (which she [they] found led to Massachusetts---"just as fast as that car would go."  (. . .)), I was able to find the apartment that I used to live at.  (I remember this one view---of houses on a hill.  (. . .) -Not able to find. (. . .) -Perhaps if I live long enough--and travel isn't "restricted" in "the Land of the Free" in the future--I'll try again some day.  (. . .))

      AN-Y-WAY, I was able to find all three places that I had lived in, over those years spent [TOTALLY wasted] at RPI/HVCC.

That was a "blast from the past," believe you me.  (. . .)

(I guess I should mention---this(/that) was something akin to 20 (!!!!) year ago.  (. . .))

My . . . that went fast.  (. . .)