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Summer 2008 winds down. The Red Sox make their last visit to The House That Ruth Built. This summer, thanks to friends, family, time and savings, we've been to Alaska, San Francisco, Seattle, Calaveras Country, Tuolumne Meadows, Central California, Myrtle Beach, Richmond, and the Eastern Shore of Maryland for the 40th anniversary of our Peace Corps group. Many of these places -- Alaska, for example, with the temperate rain forests of Sitka spruce and hemlock, the legends of Raven returning the sun to man, Alaskan Amber free at the brewery in Juneau, and the blue calves floating near Mendenhall Glacier, or Tuolumne where I was happy to trip in the dark over the same rocks in the same places as I did more than forty years ago and to think those rocks will be there for thousands of years ahead, or seeing the people now who were the people then from the PC years -- many of these places could not have been finer, but I landed at LaGuardia this morning, the Empire State Building away in the distance as we taxied, and what could I think but "home"? And to drive the point, as it were, home, we're getting ourselves a dog and thinking of redoing the kitchen.