Packing to go on the road again tomorrow. Ask me how much I want to get on two airplanes and fly across the continent tomorrow.
Long time NC readers will recognize the line, from a Phelps Putnam poem, my favourite line in literature, at least tonight, at this moment. A poem I return to in moments of high stress.
There’s a question for you. How many know who Phelps Putnam is? Raise your hands.