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Indiana just stinks in its far northwestern parts. This is the price we pay for steel or whatever it is they're doing over there. I wonder what the people who live there think about never getting a breath of fresh air. It's painful enough to drive that little stretch from the Skyway to the Tollway over to 94. But by the time I hit Michigan City things had gotten better. They had a warm, clear day yesterday. A beach town doesn't really have a center. It's a long snakey thing made out of Lake Shore Drive. Big, little, seasonal, permanent, simple or expansive houses and a few condo complexes cling to the dunes, thrown together at the shoulders like a dense crowd at some parade, all gazing out there towards the water where nothing much is happening. This cottage sits on what might be the highest hill in the area, so we get a great expanse of sky and bluegray Lake Michigan and a big starry night once the sun goes down in orchids. There should have been perseids last night, but Don and I didn't watch long enough to see any. It would have been clear enough. After dinner we sat around talking, watched a couple of movies, sat around talking until about 3. The movies were pretty good. A Simple Plan was darker than I thought it would be. Living Out Loud was not as funny as I'd expected, but touching. So it was mostly just hanging out. What did we talk about? I'm not saying. I managed to roll out about 8:30, fix some nutritious Cheerios and tasteless coffee, and hit the road by 10. I won't bore myself with traffic tales, except to note that those big trucks are very intimidating. But, of course, I'm easily intimidated. Got home around noon, started to listen to some new music and crashed, dead to the world. Had a nice chat with Dominic this evening as we cooled down around the track. We were (I was) praising the glories of introverts. I was suggesting that an introverted person probably has an easier time incorporating some extroverted qualities than an extroverted person does in becoming a bit more introverted. The balance is hard to reach for everyone, but this world is biased toward the extrovert. We introverts make them nervous. Well, enough pop-psyche for tonight. I read my e-mail and learn that Joe from Houston is trying to get in touch. He's coming to Chicago on vacation. I hope he succeeds; I think we got along well back in the day. I'm noticing some nice action from the usual suspects on the message board. I'm happy to see it can be of some use. Today's quote is for Erin. Tomorrow is my first official meeting for the new school year. This is going to be cool. |
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