This sentence is of my favorite opening acts in a novel (by Karen Dinesen):
“I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills.”
When I think back to Tollhouse Times, I want to say:
“I had a farm in California at the foot of Sierra Nevada.”
Always wanted to say it…so now I have…but poetry is missing.
And it really wasn’t a farm…just a place with propane tank.