"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
Yay! Glad you both made it back to Fargo safe & sound. Gropius left yesterday to drive the bus back to Denver and is flying home tomorrow morning (after spending a day with his folks). Meanwhile, I am in that special heaven/hell of spending 72 uninterrupted hours with my mother AND grandmother. Should be interesting to test our corporate sanity by the time we arrive in Sacto...
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Yay! Glad you both made it back to Fargo safe & sound. Gropius left yesterday to drive the bus back to Denver and is flying home tomorrow morning (after spending a day with his folks). Meanwhile, I am in that special heaven/hell of spending 72 uninterrupted hours with my mother AND grandmother. Should be interesting to test our corporate sanity by the time we arrive in Sacto...
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