One May morning...

This is the issue of the Paris Review that came out about the time I was born. (It inspired the tweet 'perhaps the loveliest spring of all'. Rather good, I thought.) You can buy a copy of this issue of Paris Review for about $100. It would make a nice birthday present. The birthday clues: Lusitania, Tchaikovsky and Browning.
I am sorry to say that I have not been to Paris or anywhere else in France but I have been to New Caledonia. (That may not be quite the same thing but there were Frenchmen there,)
I was due on the fourth but that wasn't entirely convenient. I was a fashionable three days late.
I am sorry to say that I have not been to Paris or anywhere else in France but I have been to New Caledonia. (That may not be quite the same thing but there were Frenchmen there,)
I was due on the fourth but that wasn't entirely convenient. I was a fashionable three days late.
January 7th 1982

Now that's a distant memory. Taken at Mona Vale, Christchurch, on the date mentioned. The knife used (bone-handled, Sheffield steel etc) had been employed for cutting wedding cakes before by an assortment of family members. It had also spent a few years lurking under the veranda at 'Glen Oak' as well. One of those little mysteries that occur in the life of a knife.