London

I know I am in London when. . .

- the Easter church service is followed by a "fizz reception" in the back of the sanctuary
(St. John's, Hyde Park, Church of England)

-my grandson asks me which is my favorite football team? I pause, searching deep into my mind, and say, "Manchester United". Is that David Beckham? What do I know? But it was a satisfactory answer, apparently.

-hot cross buns are for sale at every bakery.

-according to the television news, the hibernation is over.

A dividend from taxes. . .

While we were at our annual tax preparation session this month, our accountant, Ron T. from Sedalia, said that he has had a stressful tax season this year. His father died quite recently.

"I learned from him my entire life," he said, "and I especially learned from him the last few weeks of his life when his health was failing. . .the way he faced everything."


I have never heard a more moving tribute to a parent. Food for thought.