Hunter and I met while waiting for our respective graduate school interviews. We met again the first day of school, and spent two years training to be art teachers at MassArt in Boston. In the years since, both of us have migrated away from classroom teaching, but have remained good friends. Hunter, her husband Bill and thier daughter Maggie opened their home to Trent last year when he was working the primaries in Pennsylvania, and we jumped at the chance to visit them as we drove north towards New England.
Hunter woke us up with the alluring smell of bacon, coffee and pancakes. The Clark Fields are a wonderful and warm family. Thanks again for giving the three of us a place for the night. There’s nothing like pancake eating in pajamas after nearly a month on the road.
