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 Dwight
Peck's personal Web site
Mr
Peck tagged along on the MOOSA Tour and then dined fine in Framingham
Summer
hols have come along again, Thanks Bog. Our friends in Boston refused steadfastly
to come to Europe, but then fed us really well in Framingham, Mass. So we'll call
it even for this year. 
Our
host Paul Miller (left) gazes out from amid condiments, as Charles Berman tries
to intervene (right). 
Our
hostess, Ana Maria Miller, from Panama by way of the Smithsonian Institution,
urges everybody to eat more and enjoy but please stop pushing and shoving one
another at the trough. 
The
clan of Spozio (Charlie, honor student Benjamin, and Cathy), and our other Kathy,
calling for seconds and, indeed, thirds in Framingham, Mass. 
Friend
Kathy working on her third Corona of the year 2001. Enthusiastically. 
Two
rowdies from Leysin, Dwight and Charlie, presently in Framingham. 
Still
more rowdies -- Mr Berman, Mr Peck, and Mr Miller, celebrating carefree suburban
BBQs, multiplicity of hamburger sauces, and the USA before September 11th unleashed
Osama, Ashcroft, and Rumsfeld down upon us. 
Two
former librarians of the American College of Switzerland, Dwight and Cathy. 
The founder
of the Millerist Sect, nodding benignly to his followers
and calling them to their higher destiny, after hamburgers, namely, the veggie
burgers that would invoke the gag reflex in all but the most devout believers. 
What
BBQ?? What veggie burgers?? What Framingham?? Hey! Did you see this Maureen Dowd!?!?!
Paul,
have you got a photocopier here? 
Still
remembering those American hamburgers poignantly, Dr Peck rides northward from
Boston along the Massachusetts coast and pauses for a brief photo in front of
remarkable Endicott College -- a photo intended for his good friend Montserrat
of Spain and Switzerland whose daughter Claire is presently a student there [update:
Claire's now in Barcelona; later update: Claire's gone back to Endicott; later
update: Claire graduated]. We just rode round a bend in the road above Beverly,
Mass., and by Jesus there it was. 
Exulting
in having dragged lame Dr Peck all the way to Rockport, Prof. Berman poses before
the boats of his betters and prepares to drag lame Dr Peck back to Salem, Mass.,
to see witches if they've got any left.
That,
alas, is the lot for the USA in summer 2001. Nonetheless, harmless Mr Peck returned to Switzerland
and, with visiting daughter Marlowe, dashed off to visit
daughter Alison at the Max Planck Institute for Radioastronomy in Bonn, Germany,
and, depending upon the extent of your dedication, you too can visit the giant
radio telescope at Effelsberg, right up in the dish, etc. (Go
to file 4.)
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