Today, something unique in human experience on this planet occurred: Number One Son did something in the garden. This will surely never happen again, so the event must be documented. He arrived in his Aston Martin and switched to a battery-operated Bosch mover. This was a sight to behold.
Because of my broken foot, I have been able to reap sympathy, so I thought I might extend the use of this condition. The doctor recommended not walking much, but did not forbid movement. I could have cut the grass, but decided to lure my kid into doing something he hates. If he can handle an Airbus, I assumed that he could push a lawnmower.
As an added benefit, I learned that my mwver is louder (91 db) than his Airbus (80 db). This is one more fact, which does me no good. But, I will enjoy for many years the memory of seeing my kid do something around the home...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.