December 4, 2020

Cold hard rain on the roof. Drove to the Parkway in the afternoon. The boy I had seen feigning yesterday was there, and I rolled down my window to say “where’s your bike?” though in he end I said nothing, and rode on by, squinting at his sign, still illegible. Rain began to pour as soon as I got to the French Broad overlook. I considered walking in the rain. Turned around and came home. 

Made two tapes for the AGMC show, told them to chose. One of them was e e cummings. I was reluctant to use my own work, because my work is serious and we no longer are.