Perspective
Imprisonment
I have a bizarre fascination for stories about imprisonment — not for criminals, but for victims of kidnapping.
I have a bizarre fascination for stories about imprisonment — not for criminals, but for victims of kidnapping.
So there we were on a hot afternoon, standing with our baggage on a baking train platform in the French town of Libourd, watching the last train through town chug off into the distance as we tried to make sense of what the local train agent was telling us: "Your trains have been cancelled," she was saying in slightly accented English.
The simple and pleasant purpose of this brief post is to introduce my readers to the future in the most attractive form of Hazel Elizabeth Fleming, my newest granddaughter.
I'm not sure why, but the word "archive" once made me imagine a rather dark and dusty place, perhaps in a library basement, with an elderly librarian tending it.