Ok, I wasn’t exactly making vroom-vroom sounds, but having just watched a terrific Formula One race in Monaco (on television, I wasn’t actually in Monaco…unfortunately) I went for a run and found myself constantly accelerating and wanting to pass everyone out in Central Park. That’s a problem when you are no where near the fastest person out running in Central Park. Once I came to terms with that I settled in to a nice pace and consoled myself that my pit crew had clearly not put enough fuel in the tank this morning.
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »