My First Cousin Ate My Ethernet Cable...

... and my thirty or so second cousins introduced themselves in phases, like the “1955 model”—one of my mother’s first cousins was especially prolific.

I was in Philadelphia over the weekend, attending a “symposium” on the family (this couldn’t just be a family reunion; it had to involve papers, poster sessions, name tags, and a list of materials for purchase). There was a lot about boats, which surprisingly didn’t bore this non-sailor. Hemingway rubbing shoulders with Dr. Beebe of the bathysphere fame. (Uncle Edwin didn’t believe in the depression and saw no reason why it should interfere with summer cruises to the Caribbean.)

I’m tired. I’ll say more later. But for now, it is good to be home, even though it’s sweltering in the Central Valley. (But it’s a dry heat…)