A troubled land
•Having lived abroad for a period of my life, I frequently look back with fondness to people I knew and admired during my absence.
They came from all walks, some successful, others not. But still I remember their attitude, conversation and outlook and treasure their memory greater than gold.
Just to start a conversation with them would open a box of logic that I would revel in, and I would go away with thoughts to ponder on and implement into my own existence. What have I found here on my return to the old sod? Well, sadly, those moments and conversations have not been duplicated. I am not saying they don't exist, but I never seem to be party to them.