Cranbrook

Located not too far from our house is one of the coolest private schools in the country. The campus feels like it was transported right out of Athens, ruins and all. It's totally out of this world and mystical. The lawns are immaculately kept at times and then you find yourself stumbling upon some broken down Greek theater complete with a dirty, moss covered fountain and crumbling statues. You feel that some of the little porticos and stone steps haven't been touched for years. I loved it. My neighbor introduced me two weeks ago and then I brought Steve on Sunday. If you would like to send your High School child to Cranbrook, it costs a ton and you can even board them so that you only see them on holidays. Straight out of Dead Poets Society. Although from what we hear, sending your kid to Cranbrook is an invitation to an Ivy League education.








We did manage to take one family picture on our way out. At the time, we didn't even notice that Thomas had pretended to break his arm and made himself a cast. He must have found that blue ribbon in the field. When we got back to the car and asked him about the tape, Thomas said that he broke his arm, but don't worry, he was tough and didn't cry. Whew. I was just sad that the pretended broken arm made it into the picture. Oh well.