Rachel and I are getting ready to leave for Utah to attend Aunt Jeuney's funeral. I am on the program; I have to read from Tennyson's "Ulysses." She requested I do this poem at her funeral but I always thought she would be doing it at mine instead.
Wed Aug 27 2003 17:25:
This is going to be a difficult semester. It has hard times written all over it. Oh well. We've done hard times before and survived to tell the cautionary tale.