I'm on a roll. Today, after work, it was absolutely vital that I take Josie to Barnes and Noble to buy Narnia. We've seen it in the theaters, but I have to own it. I love the beginning when the German bombers are dropping payloads over WW2 London. That's my favorite part. All the fantasyland stuff and the wonderful writing, it's good, but the dark Heinkel HE-111s--the best. So we are rolling down the artificial promenade of the Exton Square market place, which, happens to be built over a farm and offers free tours of the ye olde barn restoration project....we are arm in arm. The day is brilliant; the sun has come out and the wind has hidden behind the horizon to the East, out in the ocean somewhere. Life is good. ---------------------------------------------- Actually, my daughter is closer to grasping historical references than may be apparent from reading this blog. When asked by our next-door neighbor tonight what she enjoys, she responded: "I like to World War 1 and World War 2....well, World War 1 more than World War 2." The neighbor didn't know quite what to say; she looked up at me hoping for support; unfortunately for her, she caught me beaming a broad, proud, smile; she quickly changed the subject to something innocuous, something impossible to connect to war, like birthday parties and clowns.