Notes

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the Sun?
Or -?

Langston Hughes

Well now, it seems Julia has caught the camping bug. “Let’s go one more time to mark the end of Summer!” Fine, except it’s mid-September.

So here we sit in this tent, put up in the rain, with books and ukuleles.

Mustn’t grumble.

Mustn’t grumble.

Must not grumble.