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You’ve done Storm King as a day trip. Most people have. You drove an hour from the city, walked the grounds for three hours, saw maybe a third of the collection, ate a grab-and-go sandwich at the café, and drove home tired. You told friends it was incredible. You meant it. You also left knowing…
You get the call — or the letter, or the text with the photo of the acceptance packet — and everything that follows happens in a blur of pride and logistics. Your son or daughter is going to West Point. The United States Military Academy. Four years that will reshape their life. And yours. Then…
What is there more kindly than the feeling between host and guest?
