My favorite monologist, Spaulding Grey, spoke of “perfect moments”. Well, I just had one. I was sitting by a branch of the river that makes the property we are living on an island, and watching the sun set over the fields of southern France. The beauty: the bird song, the colors of the sunset, Bonnie and the dogs running wild as they in the grass behind me…all combined to give me this perfect moment. Ah,”what a lucky man I am!
Ron, et al: An important contributing factor to my perfect moment was smoking one of the cigars you kindly left for me. A terrific cigar, by the way. And dunking it in, and sipping sips of the old port, left to me after our wonderful time together in Spain, was the perfect touch.
I’ve fallen madly in love wth France, a country I discarder in the past as over-hypeded, but what I’ve now discovered to possess so much beauty, and such friendly people, and old ruins, and magical villages, and 19,000 thousand year old caves, and amazing food, and even more amazing vistas.
Anyway, just to let you know how happy I am, how much I wish you were all here with me, and to say,