I spent the morning and afternoon trapped in my apartment as workers painted the stairwell which leads to the only exit from the building. The paint fumes were probably consuming my brain cells. I sacrificed brain cells in better ways when I was younger.
I had hoped to write about an attempt to save what has come to be called McClellan Forest in West Orange, NJ on the site of land once belonging to Major General George Brinton McClellan, organizer of the Army of the Potomac during the Civil War…and former Governor of New Jersey.
Whether anyone has a positive or negative opinion of McClellan is irrelevant. What is relevant are the 250 year old trees…and the resolve the Archdiocese of Newark has to replace the forest with athletic fields to honor the current headmaster of Seton Hall Prep.
But the files I wanted have not as yet arrived from the woman from the Sierra Club who spoke about the efforts on Tuesday.
So I had to come up with something else for tonight. Maybe the 8 by 10 glossies and maps will arrive before next Friday.
Then I realized it was October 9…one day after another anniversary of THAT day. And I realized that Sunday is National Coming Out Day. Maybe it is time for another progress report.