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After a long hiatus, including summer and the beginning of another calamitous and explosive school year, Howard decided to post a blog entry. His good friend John T. suggested that he update this web journal more frequently, and especially upload some of the letters he wrote to eclectic folks during his summer abroad that detailed his adventures on the opposite side of the world (reference point: Princeton, NJ). Point taken, those letters and stories will be up in the forseeable future.

Today Howard, while jogging, found an entirely new area of Princeton he had never seen before: lakeside Chateau's, hand-dug canals from the 1830s, scenic bridges, all along the tow path! He ran, and as he ran, insects sung their courtship songs, little flies congregated in floating social balls, unseen animals surfaced to create concentric ripples in the water on both sides, and all time melted away with the setting sun. Perhaps, as the old bromide goes, after distant journeys one arrives back home to see it for the first time. To keen observers, Princeton continues to be fresh, exciting, full of choices that can lead anywhere. All it takes is a willing explorer.

Oh, and Howard also wishes John the best and to not forget all the things out there that are sublime.