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18 September 2001

This may be my last entry from London, as we are leaving early tomorrow to go to York, and I'm expecting that we will not have computer access until we return home, scheduled for the 26th, but who knows any more?

We could be at war right now for all the information I've had. The blaring headlines on the newsstands have gone back to local stuff. The headlines on most of the tabloids are local news. The ones that aren't local news say "Wanted Dead or Alive," along with a picture of Osama bin Laden.

Then I get an email from my sister-in-law saying that Dan Rather cried on Letterman last night. We are so terribly far removed from the emotion in the States right now.

I had hoped to have a graphic to post here to at least make a statement, but unfortunately an experiment hasn't seemed to have worked, so you'll have to make do with fridge magnets. Seems so trite, somehow.

We took ourselves to the theatre last night to see Stones in His Pocket,, which I've described as the Irish Greater Tuna, for those who are familiar with that play. It's a semi-comedy, with black overtones, supposedly about the filming of an Irish movie, with the two leads (we saw the alternate cast) playing all the roles. They were excellent and it was a very good play--I can see why it was nominated for a Tony.

Today we went to Salisbury and to Stonehenge. Walt, Mary and her mother took the walking tour, but me, with blisters on most toes (helped by mole skin from Mary) opted to keep to my own pace and meet them at the cathedral at the end of their tour.

Salisbury Cathedral is magnificent. I don't have any of the statistics, but it is a marvelous example of gothic arthictecture with those vaulted ceilings that reach up into the heavens, and 12th century noblemen buried all over the place. They had set up a special area of the cathedral to honor the dead from the terrorist attacks and there were candles (real ones) to light, a floral display, and a book where people could write condolences. There was a steady stream of people signing the book the whole time we were there.

(Mary told me that when they went to some other church recently, they saw electric candles and she giggled, remembering the journal entry I had made about electric candles.)

We took a guided tour out to Stonehenge. Mary and I are both reading Sarum and so traveling along Old Sarum, up to Salisbury Plain and then to the henge to look at those marvelous old stones was really moving. Walt and I had been there before, but it is still so impressive.

They dropped me back in Salisbury to go to a cybercafe and the other three went to explore Old Sarum for an hour. In truth, I would have loved to be with them, but I knew that I had reached my limit in walking--and that I still had about a mile to travel to get to the train station anyway.

Turned out to be a good idea, since the three arrived at the station, huffing and puffing, since they had run a long way trying to get to the train on time (it had just left). I didn't have a single bit of "run" left in me, so I was better off doing what I did and taking my own time to meander back to the station.

I checked out the newspapers around me on the tube and it was hard to find papers with stories from America featured, though I did sit next to some guy reading The Guardian and I saw that the editorials all express concern for what we might be about to do--and hope that the US is very, very sure of the target before starting an all-out war.

Mary tells me she passed a newspaper talking of the failure of the Pakistani delegation to Afghanistan, but I didn't see that one. However, being stuck here, with nearly a week left to go before we return makes me very uncomfortable, wondering what is going to happen in the next week--and wishing desperately I had some news from home. Now that we are about to enter an Internet Void, I won't even have the on-line newspapers to check. It will probably be our last week of blissful ignorance before returning to the real world, and whatever it has become in our absence.

I don't expect to be posting again, as I said, before returning home. On the off chance I pass a cybercafe, I may revise that plan, but don't hold your breath. Just light a candle (a non-electric one, please) and say a little prayer that our two remaining fights, especially the one home on the 26th, are uneventful.

I love you all...


One Year Ago:
Giraffes and monkeys and bees--oh my!

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