Le Train

This is going to be a rather sentimental essay, and I hope that you wil forgive me for that, but some things spark memories of this long stored away in the lumber room part of your mind, and so it was today.

I saw a film on television that I first saw in 1966. I spent the summer of that year in France, staying with French families in an effort to learn French and about France. I was barely seventeen, and I was young for my age. I learned to smoke cigarettes, to give me confidence, and learned a little of French and the customs and Continue reading