July 3, 2020

Dropped the last of my UNCA office impedimenta at the riverside office. Lingered and tried to write beside the moving river waters, but the writing didn’t come. I didn’t care. The river was beautiful. Ducks flew fast and so low they would have grazed the water had they dropped their feet. Six old ladies with folding chairs moved around according to the movement of the shade, talking, talking. I could hear a little of it. It was surprisingly political, surprisingly savvy. Zoom cocktails in the evening. I have a remembrance of good fellowship.