Here are just a few things I've noticed/learned so far about Bread Loaf:
1. People around here like to talk about books and stuff.
2. It smells good. Not like bread, though. Like cut grass.
3. Earlier this year, a bunch of kids busted into the nearby former home of Robert Frost (who sort of "founded "Bread Loaf) and vandalized the place. They were caught and prosecuted. Their sentence? They had to complete a course on the literary and historical significance of one Robert Frost (who, PS, is like the King of Poems that Make Sense). Around here they get a kick out of calling that "poetic justice." Get it?! Because it's poetry and justice all wrapped into one!
Hope everybody's thriving in my absence. I'll leave you with a Frost poem. Couldn't help thinking about this particular poem on the drive up here from the airport. Lots of white birches, which was pretty cool, considering they might actually be the birches Frost writes about in his famous poem called, aptly enough, "Birches."
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