A trip home

I love those moments that instantly and unexpectedly sweep me "home".


Like being told to wait,"just 30 seconds, love", when I called my mother at 630 am this morning.

Punsxatawney Phil was about to walk out of his winter home. There are things so American not even a call from an exotic foreign land (okay, okay, Salamanca) can interrupt them.


He saw his shadow, by the way. Phil's loyal fans, my Rhode Islander mother included, are in for a long winter.

That decided, the weekly catch-up began.