Part of our tour includes the opportunity to revisit people that are very important to us. Today we made our way to "Casa Wendy", the house of my beloved teacher and extraordinary human being, Wendy Chapin.

While in her garden, our conversation meandered as we sipped coffee and were watched over by Bacchus. This glorious sculpture of styrofoam and acrylic paint was created by the great set designer Clark Duncan. Bedecked in clusters of grapes, the god of abundant pleasure lorded himself over her pond, and reminded us of the work we had done together on the play she directed, "For the Love of the Nightingale', 12 years earlier.

Another divinity wended her way in and out of the ornamental grasses and violet-hued flowers. Isis, the 16-year old kitty, found our conversation dull as the storm winds picked up and caused our coats to be wrapped more closely about our rib cages. How uncivilized not to have fur.

The jasmine, the canna, the lillies and the stones. The words wafting through whipping breezes. The laughter that erupted
and settled and erupted again. Thank you so much Wendy, you've shown us again how time and distance elicit no matter of great importance to the connections of the heart.