The conference in Atlanta was very, very fine.
I then spent some time with two friends, one after the other. The first was a friend who was also at the conference. I visited her home, and then she showed me parts of the city: some of the poorest neighborhoods of Atlanta, literally on the other side of the tracks from the prosperous business side of town. The chasm between rich and poor is deep, and it is heavily racialized, though Atlanta also has a significant African American upper-middle and upper class, as many of you know.
The second friend was Luiz, singing in the choir for Evensong with (are you ready) Rite One Eucharist at a downtown church. After Evensong we got to spend some lovely time together catching up on life.
A true delight.
And it was good to have Eucharist with Evensong since I'd been in conference sessions all morning and thus hadn't gotten to church.
I Amtrak'd back, believe it or not. Slice of American life on the Crescent, the train that goes from New Orleans to New York.
And now I am home and am going to sleep, take the car to the shop, sleep, catch up on various things of the bureaucratic and paperwork sort (oh joy), sleep some more, and be quiet.
But there will be catch-up and one or two more reports from the Atlanta trip. Eventually.