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Wednesday, December 10, 2008 - Twiltley Branch Campground, Collinsville MS

Water on the floor by the door, Dec 10, 2008, Twiltley Branch Campground, Collinsville MS
Water on the floor by the door, Dec 10, 2008, Twiltley Branch Campground, Collinsville MS

It's a long way to the bath house from here

Maybe half a mile. Certainly farther than I wanted to walk through the woods in a blowing thunderstorm. I was tempted to hunker down here at Site 39 and hope for the best. In the end that's what the other three campers here did but since the Campground Attendant came around to warn us to take shelter an hour or so before the storm I felt I didn't want to risk having him come by at the height of the blow looking for me when I didn't show up at the bath house. So I unhooked and drove over, parked as far from big trees as I could, and ended up staying camped there in the road all night. That gave me a chance to do my laundry this morning before heading back to Site 39.

These darned leaks are driving me nuts

I've pretty well run out of ideas about where these leaks are coming from. I'm collecting my thoughts at A Tale of Two Leaks.

Night camp

Site 39 - Twiltley Branch Campground, Collinsville MS

Over Fifty

Some of this has been painful for me, but it's all been wildly instructive. And it convinced me that nearly every person over fifty should try to find a time to sit down and engage in the same exercise, even if you never intend to publish anything. You need to think about what really meant something to you. Who did you really love. Who really made you what you are. What the seminal events did. And also it's an incredible discipline. Because I found it shocking to me what I remember and what I don't. It's shocking to me what I can remember factually and how hard it is for me to be absolutely sure about how I felt at the time. You know, how did I feel when I was 16? I don't really know.

Bill Clinton, on writing his memoir, in an interview with James Fallows, the Atlantic Monthly

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