Six Generations of First Born Women

Another unbelievable race, right out of the movies. This is beginning to form a pattern. My flight from Vienna to London was 1 hour late due to morning fog. Plane landed in London at 4:15. My flight to Boston was leaving from a terminal at the other end of Heathrow airport. I spoke to the captain... Sign in to see full entry.

Otto rubs my shoulders as he passes behind me. I turn and tell him I leave tomorrow too! (we've all just said goodby to Kristine). "No, No!" he says in mock despair. Then he asks all the remaining people in the room, "who would like to go visit America?" Everyone raises their hands. I tell him that... Sign in to see full entry.

After watching the Van Gogh film (my disappointment at having my character land on the cutting room floor was fading), the 3 of us, Theo, the researcher Kristine and I go down to the FH archives. This is no ordinary, rag tag, ratty commune and that fact becomes most evident when you discover the way... Sign in to see full entry.

Sitting in the Vienna airport. I bumped into two old ladies from California in the rest room. My flight is delayed one hour, bad weather somewhere but you'd never know it sitting here, the same bold, hot, dry sun we've seen every day for weeks. I don't mind the delay. It's when I get most of my... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday dawns warm and windy. It's been a dry September all throughout Europe. Not a single day of rain on FH the entire time I've been here. Tomorrow I'll be at the airport in Vienna heading back to Boston. I want to stretch the hours in this day as far as they can go. I played some sort of crazy... Sign in to see full entry.