American Philosophy
“I knocked at her door softly. “Carol, are you up?”
I waited for a good three minutes and then tried again in a forced whisper.
A little moan slipped under the door. “Seriously? The mountain? It’s still dark.”
I persisted, and after a few minutes the door creaked open. Carol, who is quite trim, emerged looking like the Michelin Man. She hadn’t packed a pillow, but she’d apparently remembered an ancient puffy coat from her years in Canada. One of the few things Carol hates more than losing an arg...ument or looking unfashionable is being cold.
“Not a word, colleague. This coat is warmer than dignity.”
The roadside cafés in northern New Hampshire didn’t open before dawn, so we were stuck with the pot of leftover coffee at the local gas station. We drove north on Route 16 through the tiny whitewashed town of Chocorua, past the James homestead tucked back a few hundred feet from the road. There’s a rumor in town that his ashes are buried on the premises. James bought the farm in 1886, later adding land he purchased from William Ralph Emerson, Ralph Waldo’s cousin and a partner at the nineteenth-century architectural firm Emerson and Fehmer.MoreLess
I waited for a good three minutes and then tried again in a forced whisper.
A little moan slipped under the door. “Seriously? The mountain? It’s still dark.”
I persisted, and after a few minutes the door creaked open. Carol, who is quite trim, emerged looking like the Michelin Man. She hadn’t packed a pillow, but she’d apparently remembered an ancient puffy coat from her years in Canada. One of the few things Carol hates more than losing an arg...ument or looking unfashionable is being cold.
“Not a word, colleague. This coat is warmer than dignity.”
The roadside cafés in northern New Hampshire didn’t open before dawn, so we were stuck with the pot of leftover coffee at the local gas station. We drove north on Route 16 through the tiny whitewashed town of Chocorua, past the James homestead tucked back a few hundred feet from the road. There’s a rumor in town that his ashes are buried on the premises. James bought the farm in 1886, later adding land he purchased from William Ralph Emerson, Ralph Waldo’s cousin and a partner at the nineteenth-century architectural firm Emerson and Fehmer.MoreLess
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