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Family is where you find it.
I have at last gotten the chance to reflect on my recent trip to England. Kevin and I went for Mark’s wedding last week, and I can’t remember the last time I had such a good time. I’ve been writing a lot about love, most of it only for me, all of it inspiried by Mark and Janet’s wedding. It was a really beautiful affair, and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. You want to hear the whole story, you say? Well, let’s just say it involved air travel, tiny cars, tuxedos, great food, great beer, soccer, ruins, rain, the tiniest hotel room in the world, the most comfortable country house in all of England, new friends, and adorable two year old named Charlotte, a bald englishman named Colin, a beautifully shy young woman from Leeds, a charasmatic Scottish music fan, Australians, Texans, Spaniards who weren’t really Spaniards, Spanish women who really were Spanish, Big Ben, T.S. Elliot and Geoffrey Chaucer, the Queen, a graceful young Indian woman who has never eaten meat, her sexy little MG convertable, more great beer, my favorite T-shirt, Jack Daniels and of course………..Murder!
Except, not really the Queen.
more to come………….