Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Friday, May 28, 2004

One more day of bachelorhood, then off to Omaha on the bus. I've never taken that long of a bus trip before. The bus leaves here at 1 pm, supposed to get into Omaha at 9:55 pm, and that's with nearly an hour layover in Des Moines where I change buses to a Greyhound. Leaving here I'm on a Jefferson bus to Des Moines. It goes down through Northfield, with a stop at the airport. That's bus I'd always take back and forth when I was at Carleton.

I'm sure the kiddies (and Ellie) had fun running around the farm. I think they were heading for Omaha today.

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