We blew into Manhattan on a Kansas zephyr, arriving about two. While securing the trailer we discovered a drawer that had dislodged during the trip. Fixing it meant a trip to Home Depot for clamps and glue. I hear my buddy, Dave clearly saying, "A guy can never have enough clamps." He peeked over my shoulder as I repaired the drawer. It went smoothly. Karen welcomed us with a light lunch-"thin gruel" we call it, and we shook the road jitters off ourselves and relaxed. I always like coming to Rod and Karen's mostly because they make us feel so welcome, but also because Karen has a certain style. Over the years I've given her some art. She always makes it look its best. It's fun for me to see something I've done with the distance of , "Oh, yeah, I remember that one." Also, Karen has become my wire bending buddy. She's added the "Air Plant" holder concept, so we'll be looking for rocks this week. Anyway, now we're still watching basketball, though wounded emotionally. It makes me realize the fragility of life. In any case, there are those suffering abject despair and at the same time those for whom life is good, especially today.
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