***I saw a little fox like this one about a half-hour ago about two blocks from my house, on my way home from hockey. Being that I live in the city, this is quite unusual. He had a little dead animal in his mouth. I stopped, looked at him, he dropped the animal and wanted to flee, but just couldn't leave his prize. I wish him well, hoping he makes his way to a nice place for a fox to dwell, away from the hazards that he will face in this environment.***
I was craving American food. A big fat greasy cheeseburger would've been perfect, but being that it was eight in the morning, that wasn't going to happen. Nevertheless, I made my way into Chili's within the Atlanta airport, tantalizingly close to being home from my three weeks abroad. I was greeted by a large lady, about 60. "How you doin' today, baby?" We got along smashingly well, she reminded me of many a mother I met during my childhood "down south" in St. Louis. It was a great first "welcome home" upon landing on U.S. soil!
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