We were waiting for the mailman to deliver our two-day express license plates for the Alto in four days but the Columbus Day holiday messed up delivery; yet another reason to eliminate it as a federal holiday. Steve and Carla were expecting us in Boston so we left anyway and I will pick them up when I return to Maine for a few days in November.
Because of our late start, we arrived in the Boston vicinity after dark and one wrong turn took us through the heart of Boston at 7:00 pm in the evening. I am using Google map to direct Steve but by the time I determined what turns are required, it is too late to change lanes. Steve told me to put my hand out the window to let the driver in the other lane let us in but it was not effective. The streets seemed about 12 feet wide-for both lanes and an hour late to our destination and a planned birthday party I was a candidate for a jacket with long white sleeves.
After a dinner of curries, wine and chocolate cake (Tucker snuck into the kitchen and licked the side of the cake before anyone could stop him), conversation turned to Alaska. Steve and I initially met our host Steve in Alaska but this was the first time we had the pleasure of meeting his wife, Carla Kaplan. Coincidentally, one of Carla's high school classmates and best friends is on the Board of Trustees for Alaska, a nonprofit environmental law firm I worked for the previous five years in Anchorage.
In anticipation of our visit, I purchased Carla's newest book, Miss Anne in Harlem: The White Women of the Black Renaissance. I regretted that there was not time for her to show me how she organizes and researches material for a book of that caliber but I hope to make a return visit for a longer stay.
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