2003-12-07

From Russia with Love

Swinging wildly from a thick rope, sickle clenched firmly in his teeth, hammer raised high, the Red Pirate landed lightly upon the poop-deck; lifting his lenin-emblasoned eyepatch to peer into the mouth of the pirate's cove.

I RETURN!

Today is my last day in Voronezh, tonight, I board a bus to Moscow, where I'll haggle with taxi drivers and try to get one to take me to the airport.

It's been a great trip. I've learned more in these three months than I think I've learned in my whole stay at Baylor. I'll save the mushy stuff for another time.

Things will pick right up as I arrive. Get-together for Sing 2k4 on Tuesday night in Waco that I'll attend, briefly. Some proffesorial visits and a bit of writing later, I'll be off to New Mexico, then to Tulsa, then to Maud, then back to Tulsa.

I don't know what to say except prepare the fanfare and the Halleluja Chorus: I'm comin home!!!

~Boof, from Russia with love.