The All of Us

Much to my initial dismay, the group I met at LAX was uniformly fresh faced and fully energized. Nary a decrepit fellow fossil to be found. When we played the "name game" I chose the moniker Prehistoric Peter to general hoots and hollers. Yet they have turned out to be a remarkably interesting, mature and welcoming group. And of course, I managed to still be the most immature of them all! Included are a Harvard anthropology major, three education majors (one from Stonehill who knew my student, Lora Hanley), an English Major from Columbia who brought an entire suitcase of assorted books, including multiple Shakespeare and Heidigger works, a young woman from Snowmass Village in Colorado, a river guide most recently from Jackson Wyoming, and one recent UMass Amherst grad, where I just dropped off Angus. She loved it by the way. Here we are at one our stops on the 12 hour van ride to Pla Pak. A stunning reservoir that appeared out of nowhere. The second photo came later that night when we stopped for gas and next to the mini-mart gas station were these lovely sides of meat of some kind.