The thought of visiting world renowned museums in NYC makes me quiver with delight. I'm easily awed and I predict this art trip is going to be full of awe. It blows my mind that "awful" has such negative connotations.
In going through my mother's books (her hobby was collecting and reading non fiction), I discovered that one of her favorite authors, the Quaker mystic and religious guru of the 1800's, Hanna Whithall Smith, was a mother in law of Bertrand Russell the famous atheist. This blows my mind.
With my mom's permission I've been sorting through her treasured papers including love letters from my dad to her in 1942 while he tugged barges from NY harbor to Boston and she was home alone pre-kids. He passed away in 2006 and I miss him dearly. The relentless passing of time blows my mind.
Even though I used to live in Seattle, I'm now so countrified I expect to marvel in amazement at how a city like New York works. Even though there are aldermen, mayors, and governors, they can't micromanage eight million people. New Yorkers have learned to coexist successfully. The very thought blows my mind. So do flocks of birds, schools of fish, and colonies of ants who work together, get along, and play nice without a centralized command center.
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