A Private Universe countdown:
Two weeks from today I will make my way to Boston. I have not been back to my childhood home for 16 years. The hotel reservations are set, the plans are laid, I will see the two people I miss most who still live in the area, and I am getting my hair cut tomorrow (first time in over a year!). But, I am still not entirely sure what I am going to talk about on the panel. Last night, I girded my loins and listened to my squeeky 14 year old self give the Wrong answer about the seasons, again. This is the erroneous answer that launched a
thousand ships a million donor dollars. Pretty surreal, really.