Kid’s asleep and I’ve snuck out to check my email and get some coffee. Bad mom? I’ll be back before ten minutes have passed… Been without internet for a week. Like camping. Singing tonite with my beloved Prohibition Orchestra of Chicago. Feels like a dream – as if I’d never left, as if I’d been gone a hundred years. Like home, and yet not. I sit at the cafe window watching the good people of Evanston pass by. Shortly I’ll be back in the country, the hills of Vermont on the horizon, chickens at my feet. And I’m surprised to find myself relieved at the thought.
Evanston was a fine place to live, and it’s a fine place to visit, but I’m just about ready to go home.
The Hillhouse 