The young ladies below took shelter in empty Waste Management boxes.
A Barbershop Quartet braved the cold to doff their jackets and sing for us.
Due to the weather the shopping crowds were thin. The beautiful Stark Mansion and other historical building added to the fun.
With paintings, sculpture and jewelry, as well as a variety of other crafts, I heard that there was only one other author on the opposite side of the park. Is reading becoming an eccentricity?
Interrupted narative is common: ie TV movies rudely split by commercials. Has the silicon chip interfeared with our ability to consentrate on reading? iPods, BlackBerrys, and email slang has broken narrative into shorter and cruder sequences. Can our brain endure sustained reading?
I, and all writers, certainly hope so.