I suppose that title should read, “Past Life in Boxes”.  Yesterday David and I went to the warehouse in Canton, Mass. in which over sixteen years of our lives repose–and not in splendor.  In 1994, with sons five and two in tow, we moved to London.  I won’t say anymore about that because, after these months of writing, if the subject of being a stranger in a strange land were a dead horse, it would be glue by now.