A wonderful surprise! Thanks a bazillion.
They had already been friends for decades (the phrase “partners in crime” came up often) when I met Margaret and Marion my first morning in the Castle. I’d arrived from the States the night before, and only had time to learn one thing about castle life—the meaning of stone cold—before collapsing in a jetlag coma.
Where’s your Happy Place?
Dear 2021: Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. —The World