. . . telling about the day at home, or wondering about how to live a life centered on higher things, or commenting on music or art or world affairs, or just recounting those passing moments of pleasure that have come my way. . .
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wall Street ~
We sat out in front of the New York Stock Exchange and picniced on ham sandwiches. Tourists stood looking up at the columns and and would walk away, somberly pacing. The financial crisis had just staged a Black Tuesday.