July 20, 1996

Everyone was a physical and emotional wreck as we cleaned up the cottage and left Pennsylvania today. The producers were frazzled by having to go a few last rounds with Andy, who became more combative each day; the Wilkes-Barre crew was sad to return to small-town life; and a melodramatic incident during the night (love affair #3, with some soap opera complications thrown in) had left half of the crew basket cases. But I was feeling just fine. Sometime during the morning, a profound serenity overtook me: for once, I felt no need to think about the future, and I just soaked up the perfect weather, played guitar, and slept on the way back to New York. Even the heavy lifting and truck driving at the end of the day didn't faze me.

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