Ok, I think the poem, The Black Fox, might have been a bit difficult for some of you, and maybe not interesting enough for some of you, so I will try telling you a little story. No, actually, I am going to let a fictional character tell you his story. Anyone who wants to go back to the The Black Fox, or read it for the first time, just scroll down below to the previous "post". A post is an entry in a blog, so this is a new post.

Hello. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Steve. Can I ask your name? I was born right here in Norwich, Connecticut. It was not my plan to be born here. I had no say in it. My mother came here from Sydney, Australia. She married an American soldier she meet while he was on leave during WWII (World War 2). She returned with him to the US at the end of the war. When he was discharged from the service they moved to Norwich where he had family. I came along a few years later. When I was two years old, my father was killed in a car accident. After his death, my mother wanted to go back to Australia at first. Her in-laws, however, convinced her to stay, and helped her financially to open a restaurant here. That's where I spent a lot my time all through childhood. I feel comfortable and at home in a nice friendly restaurant more than any other place. During my grammar school years I spent my afternoons after school clearing & setting tables, taking out garbage, and other odd jobs. Once I was in high school I would help out in the kitchen, and sometimes wait on tables. School gave me a good education to help develop my mind, but the restaurant gave me a great learning experience of people. My life would have been very different if my mother had taken me back to Australia all those years ago.
Now I have a beautiful wife and two young sons of my own. My mother retired a number of years back, and now spends time gardening around her house among other things, and of course loves to look after my children . My wife and I not only run the restaurant my mother opened long ago, we also own half a dozen others all over Connecticut.
So, please, come in. Make yourself at home. This is my son, Sean. He will bring you whatever you require. Be welcome, and please, enjoy yourself.