oh, the blues

Not deserving to be so comfortable. Put up with.

You'd sit on the porch, lie on the hammock. Let your mind wander.

Or come back from the school for lunch and turn on the radio:

"Don't forget the blues," noon to 1pm -- wpfw.org

And eat. And read books. Learning french and guitar. That renaissance is on its way yet.

Besides, there's so many good PBS programs to keep you company at night.

Are there Gaudis in Paris, Waiting for snow in Havana? Waiting to be born as Malian bluesmen and Spanish gypsies? Oh diarabi. Soon enough.

au contraire

Then it shouldn't surprise you you're back where you started.

Look for ways to volunteer in the school near your house, because nothing else could possibly be as important.

Last fall you spent months trying to be a substitute teacher, and that worked out because you ended up in Boston, wearing the red jacket. We'll write more about City Year somewhere else.

But this fall you spent one week talking to teachers you know and you'll be in a classroom next week, learning french and learning to teach, teaching the only thing you really know, that our life is in learning what it is.

Michel Thomas
Saint-John Perse
Simone de Beauvoir, and of course
St.-Exupery