Vulcan’s Peak

The Evil Eye

August 28, 2005 11:05 pm


Meet Hurricane Katrina. As someone cleverer than me has quipped, she pretty much fills up the whole bathtub. And while she’s nominally headed for New Orleans, Biloxi, Mobile, it looks like we’ll be getting tropical storm or even category 1 hurricane force winds.

As the marquee at the Lutheran church around the corner says, “This too shall pass.” We’re ready. Many businesses in the area are boarded up; our house is not, but I think we’ll be fine as is. The water level in the bay was already visibly higher this morning. This afternoon, it was lapping over some docks.

Seems longer, but week ago I was in Staunton, Virginia. Dad and I pulled out of town in New Hampshire Saturday morning and spent the day in Concord – a very interesting town where we toured houses that once sheltered the likes of Emerson, Hawthorne, and Louisa May Alcott – also visited the cemetary where all three of them and Thoreau now repose (they call it writer’s row, together in death as in life, or something like that). We spent some time on Sunday with family in eastern New York (a cousin of my grandfather and her daughter – neat people) and stopped in Staunton, VA Sunday night so that we could get up on Monday and go to Jefferson’s home at Monticello (also highly recommended). Monday night we were in Greenville, saw Jen and Cort, and were home Tuesday evening. My summer kept following me all the way home: gift shops at the Alcott home and at Monticello were selling old issues of one of the magazines I worked on this summer – issues that dealt specifically with those people and places. They date back to the late ’80s, but these things are made to be resources, and that looks like a sign of success to me.

2 Responses to “The Evil Eye”

Pug wrote a comment on August 29, 2005

Fri-day! Fri-day! Fri-day!

Carmen wrote a comment on August 30, 2005

Grond! Grond! Gron- er, Fri-day! Fri-day!


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