Geof Huth, "Doorstep: A Sense of Myself" (2 October 2011)
On Saturday, I drove to St Catharines, Ontario, to perform, and I did.
On Sunday, I drove back home, stopping at Genesee Country Village and Museum (a collection of old buildings of many kinds, though primarily houses), and I found a doorstep there that reminded me of myself.
On Monday, I drove to Buffalo, a little shy of St Catharines.
Yesterday, I was in Buffalo for an all-day symposium on electronic records.
Today, I drove back home from Buffalo and went to the annual Capital District Archives Dinner, which is always early in October, which is the month we call Archives Month in this country, and the dinner went late.
Tomorrow, I will forgo another drive across the state. Instead, I'll fly to Cleveland, then to Denver, and from Denver I'll drive to Cheyenne, Wyoming. It's only a two-hour drive, so less than I'm used to.
I am lucky it is impossible for poets to become tired.
<i>ecr. l'inf.</i>