I'm showing my license plate. Truly I thought, back in 2012 when I got it, that Sylvia would have liked the snake and the slogan. And darned if within a year or two they became symbols of rightist politics. Now and then a bearded guy or beardless youth sees it and nods his approval. A librarian at our branch -- I'm there often -- said Oh it must be your car with the license plate Plath. The one time I was asked, in a grocery-store parking lot, why it says Plath, making a long story short I lied that Plath was my German grandma's name. I have no German grandma.
I will change the plate, maybe keeping Plath but choosing a neutral background.
The new Plath Family archive at Yale University opens in December's first week and I am all set to go. The collection's finding aid, its list of boxes and what's in them, is ready.
