Fleeting
11/28/2006 01:33 PM
Back from sunny New York, and in cloudy Maine.
But Southern Maine today is something quite special,
misty, chilly, it's romantic weather is what it is.
And very New Englandy - makes me want to walk along
the craggy coast smoking a corncob pipe or something.
December will not be denied, it approaches with the
fiercest of irresistible impulses, and I'm just
letting it wash over me. Meanwhile the powers that
be, in their wisdom, have left one tennis net up even
this late in the season, and
Neil Sattin and I are
fighting the calendar with each passing volley.
Today we played for about a half hour until
Neil's fingers froze.
Whoop! There's my bagel....gotta run.
