Homecomings

Tomorrow morning, I'll be gathering children at the airport. They won't look like children - they will look like a 23 year old man whose self-reliance in New York is impressive, and a 22 year old woman who is completely competent to manage her own life in the strange city of New Orleans. In fact, appearances are reality - it's just in my imagination that they are children.

We're thrilled to have them back for a few days.