The guy sitting in the underground path to the Manulife Center, just after our lovely lunch, had obviously been in a horrifying accident – perhaps something like an “IED”* in Afghanistan, I imagined; or a car accident that involved a … Continue reading →
Thinking and Dreaming
One war souvenir with blue eyes…
The guy sitting in the underground path to the Manulife Center, just after our lovely lunch, had obviously been in a horrifying accident – perhaps something like an “IED”* in Afghanistan, I imagined; or a car accident that involved a … Continue reading →