April 14: Once the tire was replaced, our trip back to Deep River was uneventful. (After driving the RV, driving the car for a few hours never seems like much.)
Chuck and I often have dinner with his high school buddy Rob and his wife Robin at the wonderful Cantina Restaurant in Middletown. As Robin could not make it, I sent Chuck off to see Rob on his own. The clearly was a good idea, as Chuck did not make it back until nearly midnight.
I spent the evening reading “Prisoner of Tehran”, an autobiography by Marina Nemat, who as a teenager had been incarcerated in the notorious Evin prison for political activism deemed to be against the Ayatollah. It is a fascinating book and makes a good complement to other autobiographies of the same era such as “Reading Lolita in Tehran”.
Speaking of fascinating books, while in Boston I also read “The Boy who Harvested the Wind” the autobiography of a young very poor Malawian boy who taught himself how build a wind generator. This is a really inspirational story.
Saturday we literally just sat around the house. I might have headed for Hartford for the tax day protests, but by the time I realized they were happening, they were over. Instead, we read, blogged, and relaxed. (OK, Chuck also spent some time trying to catch up with his work – which I should also do.)
Sunday was Easter. Chuck’s sister Karen had us over along with all the other sibs and family who were available. Our biggest regret in living so far from the family is that we are so seldom able to be part of these family events. It was great to have this opportunity to be together.