by Brenda W. Clough
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st time I went to London was 13 years ago and, I had planned to go with a friend, Amy Sheldon. We selected a mutually agreeable date, booked our flights, and were all set to go. On the morning of the departure I got into the car and turned on my radio. It was September 11, 2001. When I pick ‘em, I really pick ‘em.
So, once more into the breach! I no longer can handle time zones well. So this time we are making a side trip: one day in Reykjavik in Iceland. I am writing...
Published on August 07, 2014 14:02