The drone of a plane awakens me out of a peaceful slumber. They’re coming to save us! Like paratroopers landing on the beaches of Normandy. But history shows what happened on D-Day. And there will be casualties of war. I’ve awakened into a bad dream and strain to hear the ghost planes –those ghost riders, phantom fighters my husband heard asContinue reading “GHOST PLANES, GUILT AND GOONEYS”
He just kept staring at me like I was some sort of star – like I was Madonna, like he was a bigger fan than my mother.