Numb Butts

Presently I am sitting on the 8th hour of a train ride, crossing the Canadian/Us boarder. Thus far all of my toilets have seats and the water is drinkable, amenities that I am cherishing as long as they last. The last two weeks have been lovely ones. Our Anderson/Halloran family reunion was a raving success with all parties properly fed, pleasantly drank and loquaciously chatted. Mornings opened early with coffee and a run on the beach, afternoons passed as waves on the sand and evenings went down with Manhattans and cheese. Last night, awaiting an early train, Oma and I spent a dinner in New York where we were fortunate enough to be joined by my cousins Mark and Agatha and good friends Tamora and Emile. I’m off to the land of the funny French speakers.