Friends, I have to pinch myself. Here I am in France–beautiful Provence–teaching what I love to a group of wonderful people, writers, whom I’ve come to know and appreciate quickly; it doesn’t get much better.
But were it not for my Congressman, and a fast car, I would be at home right now, cooling my heels in total frustration. Let me explain: it was my passport…I had applied to have it renewed months ago and–okay, you know what I’m going to say next, don’t you. I put the whole scary story in this column. Enjoy.
If you think you’ll want to travel any time in the near future, even if you have nothing planned–please, please start the process NOW.
