Toronto, day 4

After a long and arduous day of meetings, nine of us reparied to dinner and conversations that seemed to spin into odd little pinwheel stars of just-off-track.  At one point, someone at table became wholly and irrevocably convinced that I have moved to Halifax from Idaho–a thought that would appall a sister-in-law of mine–not that I am in Halifax but that I should be associated with her home state.

More seriously, those of us who had been closeted all day in meetings learned only at dinner about the rather amazing California Supreme Court decision. A couple hours later, in the cab riding back to the hotel, the news has already turned to Bush’s acquisition of the news toward a national anti-campaign stunt. It becomes increasingly impossible to attempt to make American politics sensible here,

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One Response to “Toronto, day 4”

  1. Jackie Says:

    Interesting use of the word closeted in that sentence, Francisca.

    There is much joy in Ventura. Much, much joy at our house. We’re going to a gathering of celebration at noon today.

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