(With blogger acting strangely this may not get through)

Connecticut is beautiful small-town quiet and 72 degree days, sunny for Laura's graduation outside and busy with prep for All Tomorrow's Parties. Everything is the same. Someone is mowing the lawn on one side of the neighbor-fences and the other side is having a cookout. If there are fireflies tonight some sort of delayed shock will set in and the going-north Bends will cripple me for a few hours. Peter calls; we must cook and drink iced tea. Pinch me, eh?