2. Yesterday I talked my mom into taking the train into NYC to see an exhibit of Beatrix Potter's picture letters at the Morgan Library and Museum. My mom hasn't taken the train into NYC in 25 years, but she loves Beatrix Potter. It was great.
|Imagine getting a letter like this.|
|The Morgan Library|
3. It was hard to get a picture of this billboard from the moving train, but I really liked it.
Just once I knew what life was for. In Boston, quite suddenly, I understood; walked there along the Charles River, watched the lights copying themselves, all neoned and strobe-hearted, opening their mouths as wide as opera singers; counted the stars, my little campaigners, my scar daisies, and knew that I walked my love on the night green side of it and cried my heart to the eastbound cars and cried my heart to the westbound cars and took my truth across a small humped bridge and hurried my truth, the charm of it, home and hoarded these constants into morning only to find them gone.
- Anne Sexton
5. The second young woman who was injured in the train accident in Richmond, IN succumbed to her injuries last night and died. I did not know Lenore or Tracey, but I still feel their loss deeply. Today I touched to learn that Transylvania University, a rival of Earlham's in sports, hosted a blood drive in honor of the injured Earlham students. My memory of Transylvania is "blessing" the field with the Quaker Army before our games - a procession with a large cross and holy water. We also put garlic in our goals to deter them. It seems fitting that they donate their blood to us.