While I was at a graduation in Vermont, Tom was at another in Massachusetts . . . two nephews, two different directions. Throughout the day we traded texts: how was your graduation? how was yours? It was fairly comic.

I spent the morning in a hockey rink and the afternoon playing wilderness croquet, whereas T spent the afternoon in a college chapel and the evening in an Italian restaurant. His affair was a little dressier than mine.

Now, this morning, we'll both hit the road and reconvene in the little northern city by the sea. Hours on the road, grocery shopping this afternoon, piles of laundry, and work tomorrow . . .  the day will not be restful in any way, but such is travel.

Thanks for the kind words about the poem I posted yesterday. I'm very grateful.