And Now I Come to You...
You, my patient home... I wrote these words about Madagascar more than a decade ago, and now Patricia and I will be going, in less than two weeks at that. What started as a random bit of inspiration (seeing a nocturnal satellite poster of the world and noting the one gleam of light on far off, nowhere Madagascar and deciding that I would one day go), led to a recurring motif in my song and story writing , leads now to reality. We set off - via Dublin, via Paris, via Kenya - on the 19th. Wowza! I'm glad I'll have a week and a half to rest up, for I am a spent force creatively! Today marks the end of another year of teaching - my thirteenth! I've had my juniors since they were freshmen, but I won't have them next year. This makes me sad, as truly they are some of the nicest and most uniquely brilliant people I've had the pleasure of knowing, but also hopeful, for I'll get to meet a whole new group of nerds next year. I will miss them, but absence m