Ethnography

I went to the Holiday (not Christmas) Celebration in Central Park last night. Not THE Central Park, but the one on our little boulevard. The Bach Choir sang Christmas carols and the orchestra played and they had the Tiffany windows from the museum displayed around the park. They look better there, lit up outside in the dark, than they do in the museum. I should have taken a photo for you. The town turned out. Later we ambled down to Gamble Rogers' old house that the city bought and moved to its present location. Oh, you should have seen that, moving the huge brick two story house an inch a minute without destroying it. That was a wonder. Now it is nestled next to the gold course and surrounded by lawn and garden. It was nice right here in my own home town.

But I must go to work now, far too early today. I have duties to meet. I have wearied of apple picking. And miles to go before I rest. To scare myself with my own desert places. Or something like that.