Wake up in the calm and decency
of
Bette and George's
aerie,
breakfasting,
catching up on all da news
(pacifism is welcomely in the air, among many other stimulating topics),
make the break over
Baltimore Pike over hill and
dale of
Chester,
Ridley, and
Crum Creeks -- down the Blue Route,
calling the Freemans enroute,
to
Swarthmore
College,
first
to
the
concert
hall, rendezvousing with Debby How,
then the office, meeting up with Tom Whitman,
ensuingly initially going over logistics with Debby and Andrew Hauze re Ecclesiastes Tropes, or simply Ecclesiastes, as it turns out.
A break,
still rehearsing in the mind what
was and
will be,
a roving chat with Jerry Levinson
("May I have some identification, please?" Yes, it even happens to George Crumb and Carol Burnett).
More
logistics re
Tropes,
with copies of the YouTube videos on the big screen,
but somewhat problematic sound at present -- followed by a
convocation re Alejandro Sills and company for his Call Drop Blues (Previous email discussion: "Actually I need someone to growl like Tom Waits, and scream." "OK, I can do that." -- and he holds me to it!).
Missions
accomplished as
much as
can
be
accomplished
for
now,
back
to
the
rural-urban homestead for
cheesesteaks and hoagies with the folks (more soul food),
then out again to see
Steve and Hilary,
a brief adventure with tire pressure,
and over to New Jersey to check in with Don and Urs, with alas no Brian, but at least the friendly neighbors from last year, at least at the front end. Pennsyvaniaward very late, incredibly all the other scheduled tasks on schedule (composition of Double Piano Concerto: II [page 9] and The Decameron - Third Day: Novel 5 [7]; pdf re At a Photo Shop [6]).
