Whenever I fly, the person in front of me always tips back their seat to its full extent. Sometimes it seems they are the only person on the plane to do so. This might seem exaggerated, but on the flight back from Philly the woman in front of me leant back before we had even left the runway. Flying gets less and less attractive.
The photo is of the Quaker meeting house at the homestead. Compared with bustle of York meeting [attendance of 80 is regular] the meeting was a rather sad affair with five people there [we therefore managed to double attendance and send the average age plummeting when we arrived] and a feeling of decline.
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