Thanks, Sherry. No, no roadmaps. Not even a sketch drawn on a napkin.

Sounds like an interesting childhood, I get it. I was having a grand old time in Brooklyn until my dad decided that living upstairs from his stepmother in her house was too much — so he went 50 miles east. Not the best move for a 7-year-old who actually liked the city.

Thanks for stopping by, my friend. 🌹