Tuesday evening, June 13

1) This morning at the bus station a young black boy asked me "What's that book about?" I was reading Gilded Lives, Fatal Voyage, and I explained briefly that it was about passengers on the Titanic, which hit an iceberg in 1912. This led an older white man also nearby to chime in that it was the anniversary of Lincoln's assassination, which I of course affirmed. This older white man, it turned out, had clearly lost his ability to have an internal monologue, and I was grateful when the 47 bus came along and he got on it.

2) "Wearin' next to nothin' 'cause it's hot as an oven!"

3) Lovely to watch the sky darken with clouds right now.