lunch

Lovely time at lunch today with the (large) crowd assembled to discuss My Name is Asher Lev. Maybe I will do On the Road next time. Rest of afternoon spent vegging with Georges Simenon, who I figured was reasonably different from Potok.

Now I have an overwhelming sense of freedom, and two days to pack until I go to Tarrytown for the Bayit Chadash annual board meeting. It doesn’t look to be very far from Manhattan. Perhaps it is in the country? But I never can be sure what the average Manhattan-ite considers to be “country.” The only trees they ever see are tame ones, poor things.