Windmills

June 27, 2005  Monday As I was packing I paused to consider which book I would be bringing with me overnight at sea.  Most in my small collection seemed dreary and dull, but I picked out one that, again, I should have read long ago: Don Quixote.  Throwing it into my bag, I thought it…

Earl Grey in the Park

July 17, 2006  Monday My future self is debating whether to buy a car in Virginia or wait until Illinois.  For personal transportation you see–with room for only whatever I deem to take with me.  The Strict Circus I am a part of will not hitch a ride.   It will be a leisurely, but…