Home again

It sure was nice to wake up in my own bed again. I slept until 9; I guess the long drive was tiring. Thursday was mostly a day of unpacking and puttering around the house, straightening things out.

I spoke with a former intern, who had a brief summer internship at the Cape Cod Times way back in 1994, when I was Sunday editor there. I remember her partly because her parents live on Whig Street, and I run past their house whenever I do the Playhouse Loop. I always wondered what happened to her. She called for advice about jobs in the newspaper business. We are going to meet at Bucky's at 2 p.m. Saturday.

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