Moving on

Molly and Toby landed in Reykjavik this morning. It seems to me that at their age we were lucky to get to Tewksbury, but perhaps time has played its ever-growing tricks on me. Anyway, we are looking forward to the boys moving in for a couple of days, following Emily and Gregg's stalwart work with the lads.

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I had lunch on Wednesday with Frank Bellizia, whom I had not seen since a brief encounter at a NCTE convention in Los Angeles in the early 90's. His career and personal path have been very different from mine, leading him all over the East, but now he has settled in Boothbay Harbor. Re-meeting an old friend seems always to produce a sense of the evanescence of life: a whole slice of time seems sheared away when the reconnection is made. Where does that time go?