One day I had a lunch for Matt Botvinick (Psychology), Olga Troyanskaya (Computer Science and LSIIG), Susana Draper (Comparative Literature), Angus Deaton (Economics and Woodrow Wilson School), Mike Littman (Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering, and Jennifer Widner (Politics and Woodrow Wilson School). and also signed Alice Chang up to be chair of the mathematics department.

This seemed to make everyone happy so the next week, the teachers decided to give the kids the day off, so I went walking along the canal from Erwina, Pa. to Frenchtown, NJ with Ben and John as we walked over the ice that broke almost like glass shattering before we came to the path to Uhlerstown and looked back at where we had come from and where we were heading and so went on to the next lock up the icy hill and admired the covered bridge from the side as well as from the front and we read the history of the Canal and the town (which had changed its name from the other sign but we still looked down at the road going forward towards New Jersey and stopped to break the ice that had accumulated on the field throwing rocks as we did.

Next thing we knew, we were at the bridge and making our way across to New Jersey with some artistic photos of the bridge grillework before we went to the Frenchtown Cafe and made our way in where we found this collection sign in the bathroom as Ben John and I ordered our drinks and then Ben's sandwich John's burger and my quesadilla arrived so that after a photo of the Frenchtown Inn we were ready to once again capture the grillework on the bridge before getting to the road signs on the other side and the sign welcoming us to Pennsylvania where the road was closed but Ben and John ran down it as we admired the field once more before we saw the geese and the requests for silence as we got back onto the tow path and took pictures of the canal along with its ducks and headed down the path which had less snow but ski paths and made our way to the lock mechanism

and saw the water that it let through and then we made our way back past the fork in the canal where the waters merged and recorded the path we had been on as well as the story of the canal.