At one point in her essay, “Reading Lucy,” Jennifer Egan talks about having strayed in pursuing Lucy’s letters. After all, she should have been researching the Brooklyn Navy Yard. I suspect that as we spend our weeks studying the Brooklyn Navy Yard, the Brooklyn Historical Society (where Egan found those letters), and many other places and as we stay at the St. George Hotel (where Lucy’s husband was going to take her swimming–and where one of our participants learned how to swim), we too might stray. In fact, some of us might have “strayed” already as we read this piece–strayed to what Egan meant by the “clamp of 50s domesticity” or to thoughts of whatever happened to “Minnie, a negro tacker,” or what Lucy’s supervisor Haack was like or what it was like to have 4,657 women at the yard, “working in nearly every phase of shipbuilding and repair.” So, did you find yourself “straying” as you read this? In some way, the “straying” we do during our week will be the most rewarding and the most fun. Now, since the pool at the St George Hotel is long since gone, who will take the first metaphorical leap and “plunge” into our blog? We will talk about the Box later in the week.