Feb. 3rd, 2017

I'm on the train returning to DC's Union Station after an afternoon in New York. After taking a train up north in the morning, I had a late lunch with some of my Georgist friends at Pongal, an Indian restaurant not too far from Penn Station. We split up; I took advantage of the neighborhood to replenish my supply of Indian pickles and some spices at a store around the corner, and then walked and jogged some blocks north to the offices of the Robert Schalkenbach Foundation, which was providing space for the Henry George Institute to hold its own Board meeting. I was re-elected President of the HGI, and we discussed what we're trying to do to spread Georgism, as well as our finances, which are in regrettable shape.

Then some people went off to dinner; I joined them in the restaurant for a few minutes, but didn't eat, because I had a train to catch, and wasn't hungry anyway after a large, late lunch. I took my leave, and began walking to Grand Central Station; on my way, someone (a black man in dreadlocks) asked me if I knew where Grand Central Station was, so I told him that I was going there, and he could come along. On the way, I told him that I worked at the Patent Office, and had come to New York because I was on the board of a non-profit, and got into what we were doing. He seemed interested, and inquired about the basis ideas of this man Henry George, so I told him the basics, and gave him my email. Perhaps I've begun the addition of another Georgist to our ranks.



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