And the geese flew over…

The geese are flying over again. It’s August 3rd and it’s the second time I’ve heard them. I always remember, not the first time I saw them, but the first time I really registered seeing them. J was 8 months old, and K was doing another ‘Country Living’ guide to England, this time to Norfolk. And it was the week after 9/11. We were staying in the Victoria, Holkham, and I walked from the pub to the sea, about 1 mile. And the geese flew over. And at that time it seemed like an omen: a harbinger of terrible things to come. And terrible things DID come. But not as we expected…


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I had a stroke on July 26th, 2013. I was a screenwriter. Don’t do that anymore. But have found another way to write.

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