The chapel

My grandfather wanted his own private fiefdom out on the great spread of farmland that he had acquired. To that end (and to many other ends, I suppose), he built and had consecrated his own little chapel, connected to his house by a covered walkway. Stone. Carved woodwork on the small pews. Three windows with Continue reading The chapel

A new me?

I seem to have been shedding old habits along with old cancer cells. Electronic music instead of television. Team of Rivals instead of occasional murder mysteries. Of course I have no idea when this is going to be over, or where it’s going. Either that, or I have too much time on my hands in Continue reading A new me?