In which I perceive myself as Icarus.
Posted on February 6th, 2010 by jackc
As I look out upon a morning where the snow on the ground is as high as a Buddy’s eye, I do believe the gods are sending me a message about Belgium Comes to West Chester. To wit:
You once flew too close to the sun in that place and survived, foolish mortal; do not pass that way again.
I was thinking pretty much the same thing, but the sun wasn’t involved.