Only Happens Once Every Fifty Years

Now that Cole and Morgan are waiting in the wings, I’m taking a break. Of course, there’s no such thing as a total break, because we’re always seeing things that trigger story ideas, but the Hubster and I decided that a 50th anniversary was worth celebrating with more than dinner out and a bottle of champagne.

One of our daughters, when she was here on a recent visit from her home in Northern Ireland, pointed out that she’s lived there twelve years and we’ve never gone to see her. Thus, an an...