Wednesday, August 25, 2010
From the Poo to the Starting Line and the Cross road
In the last days of spring I crossed the starting line of the Boston Marathon. In the last days of July we sat at the reflecting pool by the highway in New Hampshire after attempting to climb windy Mount Washington by the light of the still full moon. We have completed the summer walk and in the past week we have made it back past the starting line. Now, I sit in Connecticut just west of where the Connecticut State Troopers had us move the World out of state at the intersection of route 6 and Cross Road. I drove out of the rains covering the northeast these past few days and am enjoying another Connecticut sunset.