I guess I'm like that old, stubborn horse in the ring, the one who can perform like magic, but whose ribs ache from all the spurring.  I've spent most of my life in New England, and most of my imagination in Lahore and Paris, but nowhere in-between.  I'm not the type who likes to leave home unless I have to, but I've had to so many times that I may as well like it.   You guessed it, it's that terrible fear of flying, you see, but in spite of it, I've managed to get around the world and back a few times.  I much  prefer trains,though,  so I can enjoy people's gardens and the designs of their homes.  Along the way, I've been an artist, an architect, and a school teacher who loves to make his children laugh, so why I write sad stories is anybody's guess, but I have a feeling that old horse in the ring could tell you.

Whether you're young or old (or somewhere in between, like me!) I hope you discover something worthwhile in this allegorical tale.  With each passing chapter, please let me know your thoughts.  A lot of authors write for themselves, but that's not me.   I write to find a deeper connection with the people I write for - and that's all of you, so your participation is always welcome.  Please follow along and tell your friends, and if you think my chapters are worth voting for, well, that's even better! Enjoy the story; maybe together we can make it popular enough to help me and my daughters "escape from the city and follow the sun!"