Left behind: a Pacific story
READER, I WOULD LIKE TO dedicate my next few columns to some of the stories of housing: not all, just the ones that I know. I am not sure how many I have in me but I project around three or four, or perhaps I’ll continue ’til my time as a columnist ends; the string is very long. This may mean I don’t quite finish the story in one column. I already feel that I need much more time to tell the Pacific chapter of this story (I do). It certainly means I am not sure where this is going but, it is, as with most of these big questions, worthwhile starting with oneself.
When I was a young(er) woman,
