Queen Anne’s Lace
West, young man
the man once said once
upon a time
this was the West
That’s what I wrote in my head on the way to Ministries Retreat. I was there to make a little video.
This entry was posted on Monday, July 18th, 2011 at 6:45 pm and is filed under personal history.
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In some ways, Grinnell is more west than much of the west. I can never escape the way it seems to be an oasis, in spite of the under-funded lives about half the town lives. 400,000 brilliantly-chosen books, incredible research facilities, deep history, and privacy all combine to something akin to what one might think about if one weren’t actually John Muir in a conifer during a lightning storm in Yosemite. With an old overcoat and a crust of bread in his pocket. And a fragment.
According to my daughter, there are three Grinnells. However, since she is only four years old, her quantitative reasoning is limited to integers. Though I enjoyed reading your post, it has left me imagining a whole continuum of non-integral Grinnells.