It is about five hours to drive from the City back up to the Adirondacks
All the way up we are quiet and ....it somehow feels like some exodus from a zombie movie; the strange feeling in the City that reminds me of another time there
we don’t stop because of the paranoia about germs so we drive straight through, leaving suddenly after that conversation
He only tells me once on the expressway,
“there was more than one reason we had to go.”
This is all he says
“....in the illustrious city of Florence in the fairest of cities of Italy, there made its appearance that deadly pestilence, which.... had its origin .... in the East, whence after destroying an innumerable multitude of living being, it had propagated itself without respite from place to place, and so calamitously, had spread into the West
“....despite all that human wisdom and forethought could devise to avert it by officials .... towards the beginnings of the spring the doleful effects of the pestilence began to be horribly apparent....” —from “The Decameron” by Giovanni Boccaccio, 1348
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