Chautauqua Day 8: Going Home

Colleen Rowley is a cool lady. I sat next to her husband during the entire talk yesterday — the most down-to-earth guy whose family has

Chautauqua Day 7

I’ve skipped everything so far today to get caught up on this journal and relax a bit. I’ve finished my second book of the trip,

Chautuaqua Day 6

Sophie has the croupe. Damned docs don’t know squat: not contagious my ass. I spent much of last night, from midnight to about 4:00AM, trying

Chautauqua Day 5

It stopped raining for the symphony last night. What a refreshing breather that was. Now? Raining again. Emma was up all night, feeling terrible. This

Chautauqua Day 4

Still raining. Still raining hard. Emma is still sick. Her fever was up, the cough still heavy and hoarsy. Meg, Ted, and Dettie raced her

Chautauqua Day 3

Tom Ridge. I listened to him for an hour with the 6,000 some-odd others in the audience at the outdoor amphitheater. There was press, probably

Chautauqua Day 2: Ghost of Goering

I’m sitting on the plane now. We’re on the first leg of our dualie through Minneapolis (Small City, I don’t think I like it much)

Chautauqua Day 1: Gone Fishin’

I’m sitting on the plane now. We’re on the first leg of our dualie through Minneapolis (Small City, I don’t think I like it much)