Went home this week for a myriad of reasons: Hannah’s 21st birthday, to help stack wood with Janet and Lou, the Knight Conference at the Media Lab, and just to smell Vermont’s sweet summer air. Ate dozens of oysters, buckets of steamers, at least three lobsters each, and the world’s best homemade key lime pie. Laid out under the stars gazing at the milky way, until we were frightened inside by the terrifying scream of what we can only imagine was a bobcat. Swam in a river, slid down a waterfall, and kayaked around an island.

I know you say that you can’t go home again, but I sure enjoy trying.

Pastoral Farm