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I'm home (8:41 AM) and will most probably be here all day. I have something that is either a bad cold or the worst possible allergies, but allergy mes are not helping and it's been getting worse since Monday, I can't stop coughing, sneezing, or blowing my nose. I've e-mailed my intern and hope she can man the ship today; I can access office email at home, but I'm waiting to hear from Sarah. I hope she checks e-mail before she goes to work (she usually starts at 10:00).
And I must say -- coming home last night was extra-miserable. It rained, but since this was not in the forecast, I had no umbrella. So I got drenched between work and the subway, and then got on one of those extra-freezingly-air-conditioned trains. So I shivered, coughed, sneezed, and blew my nose the whole way home. Still, I did finish that Preston/Childs books, and started The Strain by Gullermo del Toro and Chuck Hogan. (Now Blogger feels like doing italics -- not bad. Couldn't get a bold or underline to save my life some days back, but of course my text wasn't posting, so it didn't make much difference.) I'll let you know if it's any good. I may go back to Preston/Childs after that.
I went to Saint Ann's School for ten years, second grade through the end of high school, which was a school for gifted children -- fairly dysfunctional back then, better now. It is in fact a highly regarded private (not religious) school at this time. When I started in 1965, it had 63 students and was very experimental. (The school was housed in the undercroft of St. Ann's Church for its first couple of years, which is why it has a religious-school sounding name. You can't imagine how many times during my life I've had to explain that -- although these days, at least in NYC, the school is well-known enough that people actually know what it is.)
Over the past 20 years, until five years or so ago, when I mentioned Saint Ann's to parent-age New Yorkers, they say something like, "oh, with that guy..." "That guy" was founder and headmaster Stanley Bosworth, who died three days ago. The linked article pretty much says it all. Stanley was brilliant and maddening and inappropriate. He never hit on me, before or after school, but Beth Bosworth, "wife number three" as he referred to her in the article, was in my graduating class. Ewww! To me, he was warm, difficult, and confusing. And he pissed me off a few times. But the bottom line is that he created a really amazing school, where I had some amazing teachers and amazing peers. I was a bit of a social misfit when I was there, but have since become reacquainted with a lot of former alumni via Facebook, and I love almost all of them. And just for that, if nothing else, I must be ever-grateful to Stanley. As much as we in the Facebook St. Ann's Alumni and Faculty have bashed him and told bad-Stanley stories, there's a lot of grief there today.
And I must say -- coming home last night was extra-miserable. It rained, but since this was not in the forecast, I had no umbrella. So I got drenched between work and the subway, and then got on one of those extra-freezingly-air-conditioned trains. So I shivered, coughed, sneezed, and blew my nose the whole way home. Still, I did finish that Preston/Childs books, and started The Strain by Gullermo del Toro and Chuck Hogan. (Now Blogger feels like doing italics -- not bad. Couldn't get a bold or underline to save my life some days back, but of course my text wasn't posting, so it didn't make much difference.) I'll let you know if it's any good. I may go back to Preston/Childs after that.
I went to Saint Ann's School for ten years, second grade through the end of high school, which was a school for gifted children -- fairly dysfunctional back then, better now. It is in fact a highly regarded private (not religious) school at this time. When I started in 1965, it had 63 students and was very experimental. (The school was housed in the undercroft of St. Ann's Church for its first couple of years, which is why it has a religious-school sounding name. You can't imagine how many times during my life I've had to explain that -- although these days, at least in NYC, the school is well-known enough that people actually know what it is.)
Over the past 20 years, until five years or so ago, when I mentioned Saint Ann's to parent-age New Yorkers, they say something like, "oh, with that guy..." "That guy" was founder and headmaster Stanley Bosworth, who died three days ago. The linked article pretty much says it all. Stanley was brilliant and maddening and inappropriate. He never hit on me, before or after school, but Beth Bosworth, "wife number three" as he referred to her in the article, was in my graduating class. Ewww! To me, he was warm, difficult, and confusing. And he pissed me off a few times. But the bottom line is that he created a really amazing school, where I had some amazing teachers and amazing peers. I was a bit of a social misfit when I was there, but have since become reacquainted with a lot of former alumni via Facebook, and I love almost all of them. And just for that, if nothing else, I must be ever-grateful to Stanley. As much as we in the Facebook St. Ann's Alumni and Faculty have bashed him and told bad-Stanley stories, there's a lot of grief there today.
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