Last night I was lying in bed surfing the net with my laptop. I was looking for living history museums with internet programs I could use with my students. I dropped into Mystic Seaport to see what was available. As I scanned the page I noticed a link to some kind of letter about sailing the Morgan. I clicked on it.

Next thing I knew I was crying and so happy! They are going to fix up the Morgan and SAIL HER! My tears surprised the hell out of me.

Way back in the misty depths of time, when I was in grade school, my parents took me to Mystic Seaport. I walked on the Morgan for the first time. She sat at the dock firmly bedded in sand. It was so sad. I could see that even as a kid.

Fast forward to adulthood. The Morgan wad been rebuilt and was floating. I was so happy for her. I walked the deck and, if I stood very still, I could feel her moving. It was so great! And when the crew set the sails and they pulled you could feel her move just a bit.

NOW however, they want to set her free! They will let her sails take her out of the cramped river where she has been sitting for the last 68 years and out on to the ocean once more. I am so happy. I HAVE to be there when they move her. I MUST see her sail.

Last night when we went to bed the skies were clear and the breezes wafted softly through the carport. This morning we woke to wildly tossing branches and torrential rain. Overnight a tropical depression established itself and grew to a tropical storm. It ran off to the south of the island today and has gone on to intensify into a typhoon. It's aimed at the poor Philippines. I don't know how many of these have gone on to hit them but they don't need any more.

It is a lesson in how quickly these things can grow around here.