I apologize for that bit of a blogging hiatus - I've been helping a couple of friends with publicity for their events, and I have a potential client meeting today over which I have been stressing.
A's phone attempts to contact the Harlem Hellfighter went like this:
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
"There's no answer."
We tried again. And again. On different days. Yes, we're stalkers. Of the historical kind.
A is currently trying to figure out who might know this guy, or any other veterans who might possibly be living, who were once soldiers of the 369th Infantry.
I'll keep everyone posted on A's progress with that.
In other news, A got some scholarship bucks for summer with Outward Bound. Summer camp (or summer courses) should not be out of reach for anyone, regardless of their financial situation. There is always a scholarship somewhere, if not directly with the camp, try another scholarship database; another alternative for camp dollars is fundraising, the a skill that kids are never too young to learn.
A is still training for rowing tryouts.
He also wrote a poem that I'd like to share with the bloggy audience here, but he won't allow me to. So there.
And, he finished his wool hat last night. He did a rib stitch on straight needles and sewed up the sides. The folks at Booze and Yarn were very impressed with the meticulousness of his stitches. He is a "tight" knitter.
I had no idea that Patti Smith did the original song entitled "Because the Night." I thought it was 10,000 Maniacs. I am a retard.
I got a funny closing message in an e-mail from the coordinator at the Harvard program: it read: "God Save CBGBs!!!"
I am otherwise happy to know that our President revealed that there's "No need to worry about port security."