Both will receive slim but mind-jousting books. Please extend them, if you meet them at a ski party, your congratulations. Two crows fly over the road, in the puzzled grey sky. We cross the wide Housatonic River. However, a wall prevents us from seeing the water.
Cedar trees rise, plumlike.
The Cathedral in Waterbury has a wide, green copper dome. There are no bumper stickers in Conn. W. Hartford's immense Town Hall suggests a seriousness about government. Fred's standing outside his house, at 37 Grosvener. He embraces us, then shows us his yard. He serves us Wild Oats ginger ale, a local brand.