I bike to work just as the labor day week-end is about to roll in. For the past nine years, I spent labor day out east, helping daughters move. Not so this year. No one is moving.
And so I spend a day at home, with one daughter still here, though not for long (not even a full day) and I watch the politics unfold before me on television. Oh dear.
Slowly, I let go of it all and return to my focus on teaching. September is a month of concentration. Even as, at the juncture, when it is still really summer, you see students clinging to the comfortable, the easy, the sublime.
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That’s them. I’m in a different orbit.