Friday I drove to Poughkeepsie, where my sister teaches at Vassar College. Saturday we slogged across NY and NJ, arriving in Bryn Mawr just in time to attend the memorial service for Mrs. Louis Goutman, who taught drama at my high school for over 40 years. She made Theater - housed then in a 100-year-old stable - into a haven, a refuge, a launching pad for countless dreamers:
Half-a-dozen of us, middle-aged all, sat and talked into the afternoon. My heart is full.
Then on to Lancaster, which I've grown to love over the years we've been visiting my mom at the retirement community there, tucked between the little city and the jewel-like farms: