Monthly Archives: August 2004

Someone needs to have a small talk with me about my “good” intentions. A little voice begging for attention said,”Wilbur, we are not too busy this semester. We should take classes and teach.” A hopeful voice said,”Maybe we can teach … Continue reading →

I want to appologize for the interruption in the storytelling of my New York adventure. I received a strange call Wednesday afternoon. “Hello, my name is XXXX XXXX with the XXXX XXXX College. What were we talking about in our … Continue reading →

I woke up early Sunday morning to the honking of cars rushing by the inn. I took a quick shower (in the dark) and went downstairs to Nanna’s Treats, a little breakfast nook below the inn. After David woke, we … Continue reading →

As David peered out of the window amazed as the buildings grew bigger and the ants became people. An image caught my eye, that of a graveyard increasing in size until the gravestones filled the entire view out the airplane’s … Continue reading →

Thursday, Clai and I met at 2:30 pm to present our papers to each other. Both of us needed serious work, though Clai could have finished his if he had not got distracted by a curious problem with the use … Continue reading →