Saturday, November 17, 2007
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I'm writing this from the Ikea parking lot outside Pittsburg PA.
I'd hoped to find some cabinets at Ikea that would serve as desk storage under the top I built. No good. Nothing here suits me. Ikea's stuff is a bare cut above Wal-Mart. The display is interesting and it was worth the stop to see how Ikea merchandises their goods. I guess I'll build my own cabinets.
From here I think I'll head down along the Ohio River toward the Mississippi. Tomorrow. I'm all driven out for today. It snowed off and on most all day yesterday. I had hoped to get under way a bit earlier in November so I could duck south of this colder weather but there was just too much to do first.
My wool curtains are working out great - I'm glad I took the time to sew them up. I'll have to see if I can get some pictures to post here one of these days.
Night camp: Wal-Mart parking lot in Washington PA
Others Choose the Path of Healing
The labor camp in Erfurt and, after the war, the refugee camp in Mainz were all I knew when I came here [from Germany] in 1947 at the age of seven. Like many camp survivors, it was not the experience itself that dogged me as much as the why of it. The why seems clearer every day: those who see themselves as victims, nations included, have license to commit these things. Others choose the path of healing.
Michael Guran, architect, in Jesse Monongya, Opal Bears and Lapis Skies by Lois Sherr Dubin