Overnight flight, and by the dawn's early (and premature, when heading west to east), it must be South Dakota and
Minnesota -- but hardly light,
unless one counts the artificial,
back on a smaller carrier over the Great Lakes and eventually touching down in
Boston,
picking
up
the rental car and
rendezvous'ing with Carol, who has had her own overnight adventures.
North out of the city,
we make our way to the Haverhill, on the Merrimack River
(lunch at 99 with a
Dunkin' Donuts desert),
and take a nostalgic tour
south on 125
to
Andover
and
Phillips
Academy,
recalling that year as a Teaching Fellow back in 1979-1980,
living part-time on the
Abbott Campus and
spending much time musically at Graves Hall,
which has received an impressive
interior re-modelling,
made poignant by the passing of old friends
Librarian Sally Warner and
Music Department Chairman William Thomas.
We tour the new (to us at least) Recital,
Ensemble, and
class rooms --
and
then head back towards accomodations,
with dinner at The Tap,
in view of moon and water, before a delightful retiring.
78 back home, on the 85th of summer, as opposed to the humid 87 of Boston / Andover / Haverhill....
