This is me (believe it or don't) with my first born, standing outside the geodesic dome of the private school (Independent Day School, aka the hippie school) in Florida where John and I taught. It's probably sometime in early '73. I have the picture because I got in touch with yet another person from my past via Facebook. Evan was a student at Berkeley Prep in Tampa where I taught in the late Sixties and he was in Iowa City when John was there in grad school. We stayed in touch for quite a while, then time went by. Did it ever. But thanks to FB, we're beginning to catch up again. He's into photography and seems still to be a very nice, very interesting person. As do all the old students/friends that have come back into my life through the magic of the interwebs. And most of them, I've had the pleasure of seeing in person eventually, right here on the farm. It's always a bit of a shock, I think, for every one to see what differences almost fifty years can make on the exterior. But hearts and minds can stay the same.
