Last Friday we finally got to go up in the observation tower on the Penobscot Narrows bridge. The fact that the top is glassed in messes with the photos, but I guess that's better than a reputation for suicides.

The next two weeks are a weird time and our trip to Louisiana, Oct 29-Nov 2, seems like a dark journey to the past. I mean the focus of it is a trip to some rural cemeteries after dark, and a visit to a tiny chapel where a lifetime ago I helped to sing masses for black people too poor for the regular church. I hope the pump organ is still up in the choir loft. And there's that other thing in Lacombe, a reunion of the other kind of sisters. How weird will that be.

At least my pre-election anxiety is abating as it looks like we'll have a winner. Ideally, we'll return from the past to Maine and launch the future with a new president. Today I voted early at the Town Office in case there's any delay in our getting back to Maine. This Will Galison song for swing voters is great. I love this photo of Obama with his grandfather. Reminds the racists he's half white.