Underground

I was invited by Verbal Blend to "ride the bus" of Nancy Cantor's Connective Corridor with several underclassmen who are involved with spoken word poetry and hip hop. We toured sites of Syracuse and then drove to Auburn to visit Harriet Tubman's home.

I didn't realize there was the Auburn connection and it was a great way to spend Sunday listening to high energy poets and learning more about Harriet Tubman.

Alas, though, I have a fall cold and my sinuses have the best of me. I'm in major need of hot soup and rest. I can barely think. I haven't quite processed how karma fits into the day, but I will figure it out sometime.