AUGUST 10, 2014
On the couch with a tumbler of bourbon. Took Erica to the airport after dinner. Listened to soft rock hits of the 70s on the way home. Hugo is on an Outward Bound 4 day, 3 night urban expedition. They sleep in a zoo one night.
Watched some videos of people doing poetry readings. The one I liked best was a college kid reading Billy Collins - a poem about memory (losing it). He was very natural and didn't overact it. Anthony Hopkins read some Dylan Thomas, too fast I thought. Didn't savor it at all. Maybe he was drunk.
Saw a guy this afternoon laying on a bus stop bench, his head propped on his backpack, reading a book, eating an apple, the sun shining - it seemed like the most delectable thing ever.