I am in Boston, trying to get my ducks in a row to finish a new book and to pick up threads abandoned when the pandemic hit, and I have gone a little too hard for the past several days.
Turning things over to my friend Peter tonight, so I can get to bed before midnight. I always love his images of our home, but they are especially sweet when I've been way for awhile.
Lots of news today, but it will have to wait until tomorrow, when I can write about it coherently.
I'll see you then.
[Photo "Off the Bar," by Peter Ralston]
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Peter and his wife Terri are here if you’re coming our way this summer. Do say hello.
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It is, I think, interesting how a community has grown out of your letters and lectures, and a sizable one at that. Your letters are a grounding of sorts with reminders of our recorded history, and informed commentary on the absurd and sometimes frightening events of the day. There are many people in this community that offer additional valuable context and perspective.
No one expects you to write on the weekend, but you typically do, just to let us know you’re getting some rest, or a well deserved day on a boat, or just had an exhausting day. You often give us photos from Buddy, which are, without exception, beautiful. Tonight’s evocative photo from Peter is fabulous. It is a lovely thing how you care for us, even when you have no time to write. Frankly, I think many of us look forward to the brief posts with some stunning photograph. You give us something to remind us of the beauty that remains, even now.
I was just exchanging texts with a friend and we were both singing your praises. Thank you again, professor, for your daily letters with your insight. Best of luck with the new book.