7 July 1976. Forty years ago. It was the year of the bicentennial of the United States. A flotilla of tall ships paraded in New York City harbor. And I entered West Point for Beast, probably the most psychologically and physically grueling voluntary seven week of my life. But I and the other 1500 new cadets…
We had such a great time together celebrating the 4th! Me and 23 of my best friends. And no place says “Fourth of July Party” quite like an ocean-viewing beach chair. The weather was perfect and the company even better. But like many grains of sand stuck in the wrong places, all those people gathered…
Not all who wander are lost. Except when they are; a condition sometimes deliberately sought and other times a side effect. After deciding to attend summer school and taking the steps that adventure entailed, I arrived in Cambridge on the night before orientation. While I managed to locate where to pick up my ID card and to buy books…
The deal was that her Dad would take care of her all summer. But 2 months is too long! I just couldn’t resist volunteering for a few hours one day a week. After all, if it is cool enough for Lesley Stahl (I am reading her book,Becoming Grandma— full review will follow) then it is cool…
Maybe it’s the influence of reading Gothic literature during the first week of summer school… Or a byproduct of wandering streets in a quirky, historical town… Or perhaps, the after-effects of completing a circuit on the labyrinth (it was at a divinity school, after all)… I’ll give my granddaughters credit. Their beliefs have cast a spell,…
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