Rolling Along

 

“ Merrily we roll along, roll along, roll along…”

 

And so I passed the night in Delaware. It now officially qualifies as a state I’ve visited. Drove a few more miles down the road to where the beaches are and ate a hefty omelet with impressive hash browns sitting outside a block from the beach. Then walked to the beach, rolled up my pants and let the waters of the Atlantic Ocean wash over my feet. A little baptismal blessing from the first ocean I ever set foot in as a child. 

 

At breakfast, the Beach Boys “Good Vibrations” sounded over the speakers and it well described the feeling of the breakfast place in this seaside town. Then Bob Dylan came on:

 

“How does it feel? To be on your own? With no direction home? Like a complete unknown? Like a Rolling Stone.”

 

And my answer: “GREAT!!” Loving this road trip and the balance between the solitude in the car and walking the beach and the social pleasure of visiting friends and the sense of being useful and exercising my passion for teaching. 

Just merrily rolling along, from one delight to another. 

 

Now in a lovely Carriage House in Basking Ridge, New Jersey, looking out over tree-lined fields and leaves with a hint of color. Finding a place to eat and after dinner, preparing and polishing my talk I'll give at my old high school tomorrow morning. Stay tuned.