WFCS weeks
Behind me yesterday were a couple of 50-something English teachers from an around-the-corner private school, exchanging books titles and reassurance that their students will eventually settle in to learning. It is almost November, after all, and autumn is crashing in this weekend across the country. Time to focus.
They recommend Bono's new autobiography.
In front of me today, a couple of 30-somethings involved in politics talk about climate and environmental work in a major urban center. One of them had moved from electoral politics ("where I learned people are terrible") to environmental justice, now at a nonprofit working hard to end the use of fracking waste on local roads. Their conversation involved radioactive isotopes and differential behaviors, with reference to an older colleague who is "kind of like a Ruth."
side note: Cultural understanding of influential Ruths has definitely shifted from my parents' generation to my children's. With all the things I do not "get," I am happy to get both of these.
On a lighter note I get to see urban fashions and rural functional clothing from north to south, west to east (as far as Cleveland, anyhow). In the cities, 70s moustaches and cardigans abound, as do brown and orange sweaters. (I'm thankful those 50-year-old fashions are not reviving what house decor was.) Wide-legged pants and crop tops are looking good on pretty much everyone, as are the long skirts. And the athletic shoe companies are clearly thriving, and those who make ankle-height boots.
Outside on this last day of balmy weather, also holding the chaos of the world and its peoples, I'm grateful to connect with this slice of the human experience.
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