Thoughts from a Reunion

Thoughts from a Reunion

Though one cannot always remember exactly why one has been happy, there is no forgetting that one was. (from Good-bye to the Mezzogiorno by W.H. Auden) I am writing this in the blessed coolness of my hotel room as I recover from a long, hot, and humid but nevertheless...
Back Home Again

Back Home Again

. . . is where I am, after the 500-mile drive from Georgetown earlier today.  Everything was fine while we were gone, and I’ve already washed a load of laundry and cooked two pounds of bacon. But I’ll back up just a bit to this morning, when we arrived on...
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