I’ve decided I want someone else to live my life.

Collaborative Lighting celebrates their first year in business. Photo of random party people.
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Chris et famille have finally returned from their endless vacation, and with them, this soon-to-be distant memory captured by Caroline.
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Chris et famille have finally returned from their endless vacation, and with them, this soon-to-be distant memory captured by Caroline.
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Borrowed from a recent New Yorker
For An Old Girlfriend, Long Dead

Lying on that blanket, nights on the seventh green–
in the dry air the faint scent of gasoline,

nothing above us but the ragged moon,
nothing between but a whispered soon …

Well, such was romance in the seventies.
Watergate and Cambodia, the public lies,

made our love seem, somehow, more true.
Of the few things I wanted then , I needed you.

I remember our last arguments, my angry calls,
then the long silence, those northern falls

we drifted toward our newly manufactured lives.
Does anything else of us survive?

That day in Paris, perhaps, when you swore
our crummy hotel was all you were looking for–

each cobbled Paris street, each dry baguette,
even the worthless sous nothing you’d forget.

Outside, a block away, the endless Seine
flowed roughly, then brightly, then…

Then nothing, Nothing later went quite that far.
I remember that spring. Those breasts. That car.

William Logan

This Wednesday, my godson, Charlie , will meet his friend Laura in Caratunk, Maine, and will walk with her for eight days on the Appalachian Trail. His destination is Jo-Mary campground, which is not too far from one of our fly-in trips – Lower Jo-Mary Lake. Laura, who began in West Virginia, will continue on, eventually meeting up with her dad to summit Mt. Katadhin.

I’ve been enthralled by Laura’s journey (entries added whenever The Trail intersected with an internet-capable computer) and I’m excited about Charlie’s participation. However, it looks like there will be no real time participation as he’ll pass through only one town ( Monson) and to the best of my searching ability, it lacks a cyber cafe or even a library with a working phone number. Oh well. It looks like I’ll see photos of his Scotland trip and the formerly friendly family of big black bears before he skips off to college.


Legible size map.

Speaking of Charlie, last night I watched “Goodbye, Mr Chips,” the 1969 version with Peter O’Toole and Petula Clark. Coulda been filmed at Deerfield.

This Wednesday, my godson, Charlie , will meet his friend Laura in Caratunk, Maine, and will walk with her for eight days on the Appalachian Trail. His destination is Jo-Mary campground, which is not too far from one of our fly-in trips – Lower Jo-Mary Lake. Laura, who began in West Virginia, will continue on, eventually meeting up with her dad to summit Mt. Katadhin.

I’ve been enthralled by Laura’s journey (entries added whenever The Trail intersected with an internet-capable computer) and I’m excited about Charlie’s participation. However, it looks like there will be no real time participation as he’ll pass through only one town ( Monson) and to the best of my searching ability, it lacks a cyber cafe or even a library with a working phone number. Oh well. It looks like I’ll see photos of his Scotland trip and the formerly friendly family of big black bears before he skips off to college.


Legible size map.

Speaking of Charlie, last night I watched “Goodbye, Mr Chips,” the 1969 version with Peter O’Toole and Petula Clark. Coulda been filmed at Deerfield.

Photos from our last day.

Click on the download link, go have dinner and come back and review Matt’s Prom ( 44mb Quicktime movie).

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Diane, Matt and Charlie

Charlie Hopkins
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Dutcher Dock around midnight.
The Big Picture

I know, it seems all we do is vacation.

Both photographs taken by Diane.