It was a nice weekend with some good dog walks and people walks. Three come-from-behind-last-inning victories by the Yankees. And time off from the routine of into DC/work/home/sleep. This week will be non-routine too. Heading northwest to St. Paul, Minnesota for three days of meetings.
New towns and people bring a nice change to the routine. But the newness isn't as meaningful as the connections of home after a short bit. It eventually wears off. After a day or two. Or hour or two. Or a few minutes. Then I'll miss the routine.
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.