Jun 9, 2003

I dreamed in walkie-talkie last night. Three 18 hour days of reunion at Wellesley and I had a small army of students and volunteers to wrangle. Note to self: when all ability to communicate via radio goes dead, don't be perplexed, it's probably just an alum who has wandered up to the top of the bell tower and shut down the main repeater because all those voices were disturbing the view.

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