the meetinghouse

Saturday, Rachel's memorial service was held in this Quaker meetinghouse in New York on Rutherford Place beside Styvesant Park.

As a child we chanted the rhyme: Quaker meeting has begun, no more laughing no more fun.

The space seems somber, but somehow lighter than earth. It especially appeals to me esthetically when it is empty of people. It's a light collector.

Dorcas gave the major eulogy. Brother Mel was there; we sang "Gott ist die Liebe" in a small choral ensemble. Monroe gave a profound tribute and benediction.

the wheels on Eby Road

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I have stood on busy city streets and saw hot dog cart wheels, bus, truck, rail, and carriage wheels. Remote Eby Road might have just as large a variety. You'd have to stand and wait several country hours.

Here's a neighbor, father of my childhood buddy and Monterey Gang fellow founder, burning up miles on his electric three-wheeler. I'd say the rig was doing 20 mph when I shot this. Notice huge battery on back and safety flag.