So I spoke in the Burnt Hills/Ballston Spa High School today. Kept thinking about the name “Burnt Hills” which some people told me had a connection to local Indian tribes. The weather here has turned November – cold rain, blustery winds. The inside of the school was warm and the students and teachers all really sweet. I apologize to the girls who wanted me to sign their arms. It just didn’t seem like the right thing to do. Most of the groups I spoke to were small (which makes for a more effective presentation). The big group I spoke to in the auditorium was made much easier by one of the highest quality wireless microphones it has ever been my pleasure to wear.
I was feeling so much better today I did not eat chicken soup. I picked something off a Chinese menu. Not sure what it was. I suspect the translation was “Noodles, Meat & Veggies cooked with volcanic hot sauces and spices that cause burps of flames.” When I wasn’t crying from the heat, it tasted good. And it did not take much to fill me up.
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