Why not rehabilitate one of the many dreary and dying communities that dot the Southern landscape…it might be a way to re-energize and educate the community around it in a way that Earthaven never will. We left Earthaven and spent most of the day arguing about it. That’s fine.
To see a room full of Catlin, as he intended, is a staggering treasure. Next to it, the modern trinkets with their self-obsessed artist statements and sleights of hand were rightly diminished. It took a couple hours for my blood pressure to return to normal. That, to me, is a decent art.
Quick reads are a terrible thing on bike tour, as you spend more time looking for replacement books and reading in camp, than you do biking. Better Henry James on your bike! This summer, however, bent as it is with work and little biking, has been fine for pulp fiction’s swell diversion.