on Vermont

Four days in Vermont.  I didn't get to see my moose, but I did see a kiddie pool filled with bleaching moose skulls.  Not exactly what I had in mind.  Did I mention my uncle Walt is a taxidermist?  I canoed and hiked with my uncle Terry and my Dad.  I spent time with my grandmother who didn't know who I was, but did read her book out loud to me and at times stared so long and hard at my face that I wondered if she was trying to place me in her past somehow.  On Monday my Dad dropped me off at the Albany train station and I only cried for a minute after I said, "see you in Mexico in January".