A gentle sunday

I had a gentle Sunday in Essex, Connecticut. I am staying with my co-author on the HBR article Mary Boone for a week. I have Old Glory here as my base a short walk from the house. I arrived late last night; the train was halted for the best part of two hours to let the President Elect’s train go by. Overnight it snowed and then, this morning , as a guest I followed the family to Church. Now it has been a long time since I was in a Congregational Church and this was a New England gem. By coincidence I had just finished reading Maurice Gee’s 1978 masterpiece Plumb. The story of a Presbyterian Minister, rejecting and rejected by Calvinism in the context of pacifism and socialism in New Zealand who moves to the Congregationalists. The Minister here spoke with passion about the situation in Gaza strip and condemned both past and future leaders of America for their indifference. Lunch was preceded by a battle for control of a castle (the loft of Old Glory) with a five year old and in the afternoon I had to resist temptation to go onto the web. The television over here was showing Cardiff’s game against Gloucester on a two hour delay. I was strong and thus enjoyed all the sensations of a hard won last minute away win with only 14 men for most of the match.