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".