the days work, I thought more of my morning’s walk and then I thought of how I used to keep a diary, and from there my mind recalled certain events of my adolescent period that I wrote about.  Such as the enthusiastic account I gave of walking in the country aroundSalem.  Then, everything was of equal interest, every stick and stone, every sound and smell.  Now a landscape is either interesting or dull.  I thought with regret that period, when the whole world, the procession of the seasons, filled with wonder, must pass.
     AtnoonI found Frank Lankes waiting for me.  He had been looking at copper-plate process.  He stayed and had lunch with us.  He told of having done some work at the docks a year ago.  I wish I could remember the exact nature of the work, but some part of a tower at the docks had started to topple over.  They secured it with long cables and then working huge jacks they straightened it and put a new stone foundation under it.  What was fine tho was his remark at the end of it “that was a good job.  It was pretty nice to work at a thing like that.”  If all the workmen in America were