Slow hot wind

I am spending my morning in the Bronx, surrounded by a few of my fans - a Vornado, an SMC, and a Holmes - and am ensorcelled by heat and the magic of moving air. The Vornado is a terrific fan that keeps the air swirling throughout the whole room without blasting straight at you. This makes it easier to reread Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, because the pages aren't turning themselves in a gale. The Holmes window fan is doing a remarkable job of pulling cooler air in from outside even when there isn't actually any cooler air out there. The SMC is not in the same league as the other two, which I knew last year when I left it up at Ashokan "by mistake", but had forgotten when I found it still there and brought it back home. It makes all the same noises as the other two, but it's an ill wind and doesn't blow too good (sorry, Will).

That's the only let-down from camp, though. Everything else I brought home - memories, new songs, new ideas, and the sense of being part of a community - is rich and rewarding and works really well.