Picnic Grove

There's this amazing thing that happens on a humid day before sunset when the air and the water over the lake get the same silver shimmer.

This week has been organizational: putting new spark plugs in the car, Texas roadtrip route planning, bill paying, cleaning, and corresponding.

I was interviewed by an intern at the Erie newspaper for an article about interns. Is that semiotics? Please comment. The reporter's name was Andy Boyle. He was a pleasure to talk to. Anyway, they will try and fail to send a photographer to GE to shoot me at work - its very hard to get a photo permit there. The article should run next Thursday.

I played horseshoes for the first time yesterday. I got no points. The horseshoes were at an intern gathering at Picnic Grove, which is within a golf course built by GE in the 1920's. The trees there were gorgeous.