March 18, 2017
One stone can change a river's course. So said the beloved little watercolour from my aunt. Not that I know where it is now (something I need to change) but there is something in that concept. One thought about the past sent me on the interwebz to see what has happened in the last 35 years. I was more than a little shocked, not least because the family clearly had more siblings than the two I knew. And I suspect that somehow the golden boy and devil swapped roles as they grew up: the devilish teenager became a respected professional.