My meeting with Prof Russell went exceedingly well, even though I had to ask for directions. A long climb to the top of Sanders building empties into a small reception area and his warmly-lit cavernous office. It only takes a few moments to discover that he is a gardener - and no, I didn't ask if he knits, but I will tell you that he is the most charming and inquisitive man! And generous. He has agreed to work with me on an independent basis - and I have a reading assignment. Independent Study. How lucky am I?
Wash cloths - that's all I've got.
Oh - and Jack Russell popped in for a cameo. He doesn't think that he gets enough air play. In all fairness, this is true. The problem is his mercurial nature. He is almost impossible to photograph because he never sits still. He's looking pretty good for a 13 year old, yes?