At the sea's edge. That was 1933. In sea worn scows, in search of what's scattered On the ocean floor. In their wake, white hair and bowed back, And hesitate to ask how many times She has returned to her childhood home. Coffee percolates on the stove, Heat rises in this close August kitchen.
Outside housecoats sway in the wind.
That's what my daddy always used to say. The next morning I found my shoes floating in the yard. I was delighted to read the article in your July 2000 issue about Francis Collins, Director of the Human Genome Project. I am a '97 graduate of the College and am currently working on my Ph.D., studying the genetics of psychiatric disorders. The Human Genome Project will revolutionize many aspects of the behavioral and medical sciences, and I thought it was wonderful to read your piece about how a U.Va.