December 3rd, 2002



It should NOT take me an hour and a half to travel the 19 miles to work. If you drive on Route 2 or Route 128 in the mornings, just know that I hate you.

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Out of the blue... more family...

VAUGHAN, John, b. ca. 1628, Swansea, Glamorgan, Wales, son of ? Henry VAUGHAN and Elizabeth ?, and brother of ? William. John m. Gillian ?. Children: John, David, George, Daniel and Mary. John and his parents emigrated to Massachusetts, USA, settling in Rhode Island after 1634.

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If I took the Bible as FACT, I can trace my lineage back to Adam. WHEEEE!
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We have climbed the mountain.
There's nothing more to do.
It is terrible to come down
To the valley
Where, amidst many flowers,
One thinks of snow,

As formerly, amidst snow,
Climbing the mountain,
One thought of flowers,
Tremulous, ruddy with dew,
In the valley.
One caught their scent coming down.

It is difficult to adjust, once down,
To the absence of snow.
Clear days, from the valley,
One looks up at the mountain.
What else is there to do?
Prayer wheels, flowers!

Let the flowers
Fade, the prayer wheels run down.
What have they to do
With us who have stood atop the snow
Atop the mountain,
Flags seen from the valley?

It might be possible to live in the valley,
To bury oneself among flowers,
If one could forget the mountain,
How, never once looking down,
Stiff, blinded with snow,
One knew what to do.

Meanwhile it is not easy here in Katmandu,
Especially when to the valley
That wind which means snow
Elsewhere, but here means flowers,
Comes down,
As soon it must, from the mountain.

--Donald Justice