Tripping the City of Lights Fantastic

Lots of crazy last night.  I went off for my GOTV training and was at the HQ until about nine PM.  During that time I learned where I’ll be working the next three weekends and part of election day–yes, I stepped up to help the ground game–told everyone in the building about being a transwoman voting for Hillary because I’m fighting for everyone else, and discovered that for GOTV I’m gonna kinda be a sorta location captain helping out the real captains ’cause I’m that good.

You know what this means?  Two nights a week for the next two weeks doing phone banks, two Sundays doing GOTV dry runs, working both Saturday and Sunday before the election, and working five to eight the night of the election.  Yeah…  I’ll be busy.

But you know what?  I still wrote and did research last night.  And here’s what developed–


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)


Getting to Paris was easy. Ms. Rutherford jaunted them both from the house in Cardiff to a staging area for those Foundation people who knew of its location. From their they took the international jaunt station to de Gaulle Airport outside Paris, followed by a local jaunt to the station serving the Gare du Nord and the Gare de l’Est train stations. They headed up into the Gare de l’Est and exited to find a Citroën C6 executive saloon waiting for them. A minute later Kerry’s bags were in the trunk and they were on their way.

After a few blocks Kerry felt how different Paris seemed from the other cities he’d visited so far. London came the closest in feel, but even that paled. While both cities were huge, London so often felt as if it was simply thrown together. Here, everything looked and felt orderly, fit together as if someone had constructed the city from Lego blocks, and that made him feel a sense or enormity all around.

Bernice glanced over from her side of the car, grinning. “Impressive, isn’t it?”

Kerry stopped looking out the window and turned to his right. “The city?”


“Yeah, it is.” He turned his attention back to the street as he chuckled. “I can see why Annie loves this place.”

“Oh, you haven’t even begun to see it.” Bernice folded her hands in her lap. “This is just a taste.”

Something in his case worker’s tone made Kerry believe she wanted to talk. “Were you here as a student?”

She nodded. “Yes.”


“Believe it or not for my C Levels.” Bernice gave a soft laugh. “My A and B Levels were nothing like yours, though. My A Level departure was Stockholm and my B Level departure was London. Go to Rome for my D Levels and Amsterdam for my Es. Just like they always do, I finished my F Levels in Stockholm.” She turned to Kerry again. “You always end where you started.”


Now, let’s look at what I’ve had to do just to get these three hundred and thirty-three words.

First:  I’ve known the jaunt path for some time.  That was the easiest part, as I’ve already established there is an international jaunt station under the main terminal at Heathrow, so it goes without saying there’s one in Paris as well.  Now we know there’s a local jaunt to the big train stations in the city as well–

That gives us this.

That gives us this.

Gare du Nord is the busiest train station in Europe and one that I’ve visited–yes, more on that in a moment.  Since I knew where Kerry is staying, finding his route to the hotel is easy.

In city terms it's just down the street.

In city terms it’s just down the street.

As for Kerry’s current position, this is pretty much what he’s seeing in the above excerpt.

The clouds are even there, as it's cloudy in the city during this time frame.

The clouds are even there, as it’s cloudy in the city during this time frame.

Now, I know the Gare du Nord and the hotel where Annie and Kerry are staying because I’ve stayed in the same hotel, rode down the same street that Kerry is on right now, and boarded the Thalys train to Brussels at Gare du Nord.  Yeah, I’m cheating a bit because, well, I can write from personal experience in this case.  And the four days I spent in Paris ten years ago are still among the most memorable I’ve ever had.  Expect Annie and Kerry to hit some of the same spots I did in the next few days.

That last paragraph where Bernice Rutherford speaks of her time at school and the cities from which she departed–that required about thirty minutes of timeline work last night, and it was something I did as soon as I was out of my work clothes and into my pajamas.  Some time back I put in her time at school, so with that in place I could take the cities I’ve already mentioned for my kids–Amsterdam, Berlin, and now Paris–and work backwards, substituting Stockholm and London for Berlin and, as you’ll find out, Madrid.  Here’s what that looks like:

So much craziness just for a paragraph.

So much craziness just for a paragraph.

And what Bernice said is true:  The Foundation puts the kids on a five-city rotation, so the city you depart from as an A Level becomes the same departure city for your F Levels.  You end where you started, which could be seen as some heavy philosophical shit were one to look at it that way.  Bernice will discuss this a little more in the next excerpt–

Which may not come out until Friday as it looks as if I’ll be busy tonight.  I’ve been invited to a debate party and I was asked again last night by my group leader to come on over and hang with the girls–and it is true, the majority of our volunteers are women.

So if various live video pop up here tomorrow, you’ll know I was probably out of my mind for most of the evening.

The Morning Pickup: The Darkness Pushed Aside

I didn’t need a lot to finish up the first scene of Chapter Four because I was near the end the other night, only I was too tired to finish then.  Last night, however:  it was a combination of naps, looking at software, picking out songs, and writing the final paragraphs that got me to where I am today.

All this took hours.  Believe it.

All this took hours. Believe it.

It’s interesting that the first scene of the first chapter of Part One is the shortest scene in the book, and now, the first scene of the first chapter of Part Two, is the second shortest in the novel.  Though I have to say this scene is far more painful than that other scene, but at least it ends better than it started–


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)


Kerry took a few deep breaths to call himself. He continued looking down, unable to meet his case worker’s gaze. “I know what you mean, but it still hurts—you know?”

“I do know. At one point in my life I was abandoned as well. Remember?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Good.” Bernice reached inside her over-sized handbag and removed a few tissues which she handed to Kerry. “Here: clean yourself up.”

Kerry dabbed at his face and eyes. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She stood and looked towards the front entrance. “Do you have everything packed?”

“No.” He blew his nose. “Only thing left is my computer.”

“And that’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay, then.” Bernice crossed her arms as she looked at him. “Here’s what we’re going to do: you’re going to go upstairs, clean up a little, pack your computer, and come back here. And then we’re going to put all this behind you.”

Kerry looked downward again. “I don’t know—”

“Yes, you do.” Bernice stood before him and placed both hands on his shoulders. “Where we’re going there are people waiting for you—and those people are not only your kind, but a few of them are your friends, ones you’ve made over the last year. They’ll want to know how you’ve been, and they’ll want to comfort you when they hear you’ve not had the best of summers.

“But it’s not just your friends who are eager to see you: there’s someone else waiting for you. And you know who she is: she’s the most important person in your life and she’s waited all summer for this moment to be with you again. And once you’re together, she’ll listen to what happened here and she’ll offer you understanding, comfort, and love.  And she knows you would do the same for her, without hesitation, because of the bond of love you share.”

She knelt down before her charge so she was face-to-face with him and she spoke in a calm tone. “So dry your eyes, gather your things, and get back here as quickly as you can.

“We’re going to Paris.”


The thing Bernice says at the end is something I’ve though of her saying for nearly six months if not longer.  The way it is said is similar to that found in Watchmen, Issue #9, The Darkness of Mere Being, where John and Laurie are on Mars discussing the end of the world and the top two panels of the comic say, “Dry your eyes, and let’s go home.”  The penultimate panel is only an image and the final panel is a quote from Carl Jung from which the issue gets it’s title:  “As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being.”  Of all the issues of Watchmen this is among my favorites, as well as this being among my favorite titles.

But as Bernice Rutherford says Kerry is leaving that all behind.  It’ll be a while before we return to the Malibey home in the city of Cardiff.

We’re going to Paris.

The Morning Pickup: Courage and Cowardness

Man, this is a long time in getting out of the gate.  This weekend was killer and I was up until midnight messing around with a temperamental video that refused to post the audio, requiring me to finally post it on Vimeo so I could get it to work.  But our video predictions for The Walking Dead is up and pretty much a barn burner.  Go check it and give Rachel and me mad love.

Speaking of someone not getting love…

I shouldn’t say that.  Kerry gets plenty of love from a certain Bulgarian mountain girl, but back at the ol’ homestead in Cardiff, it doesn’t seem like he’s appreciated at all.  And if the last excerpt is any indication, something bad is coming up fast–


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)


Bernice took a step closer. “What do you mean they’re not here?”

“They’re…” He shut off the water, wiped down the last bowl, and set it in the drier rack before turning to his case worker. “I, um—I came down about a quarter after seven to grab some juice before I got dressed. I went back upstairs, changed and finished packing, and…” He looked around, his hand moving as if he wad unsure what to do with them. “I came down with my bag and…”

“Kerry.” Bernice could already see where this was heading.

“They weren’t here.” He looked down as his voice began breaking. “I thought they might be in the, um, family room, but they, uh, they—”

Bernice touched Kerry’s shoulder. “Kerry.”

He looked up with tears streaming from his eyes. “They left. They left without saying goodbye.” His voice broke as he attempted to hold back a sob. “They didn’t even leave a note. They just left. They just—”

Bernice wrapped her arms around the boy and whispered to his as he let out his pain. “It’s okay; it’s okay.”

Kerry buried his face against his case working as he sobbed uncontrollably. “Why did they leave? Why? What did I do wrong? What did I do?”

Bernice felt her heart break as Kerry mumbled through his tears. She instantly flashed on the question she asked Annie the day after returning Kerry to his parents: What’s the one thing Kerry fears the most? And right this moment his greatest fear was coming true. His parents, with a single, thoughtless action, triggered the one thing he dreads the most

And I’m here to clean up the mess.


Poor Kerry.  All this kid has ever wanted from his family is a bit of love and the feeling that he’s wanted  But, no:  his family has to go and pull this shit.  It didn’t even have to be a warm goodbye, but he was looking forward to one.

Annnnnnd…  they abandoned him.

Now, I can’t say if his parent are aware of his fear of being abandoned by people he loves–and let’s be honest:  Kerry does love his parent, at least up to a quickly unraveling point due to this bullshit move.  And trust me:  I’ve seen this move coming for about a year and the more I thought about it, the more I kept asking myself, “Would his mother and father really be this big of shitheels to him?”  And the answer was yes, they would, because now they’re living with an alien that needs to be taught some kind of lesson.  Here’s a tip, Louise:  never pulled a move that upsets your kid who can do fucking DEATH SPELLS!  He’s gonna remember–oh, boy, is he gonna remember.  And eventually he’s going to tell his girlfriend, The Dark Witch of Pamporovo, and you might want to think about sleeping with one eye open in the future–

Not that Kerry wants to think about that now.  No, he wants to know what he did to piss off his parent, because when you live with abusers they get you believing that everything is you’re fault.  Louise Malibey is mentally and emotionally abusive to Kerry, and he’s fallen into the classic pattern of blaming himself for their running off.

Fortunately, Bernice Rutherford is having none of that:


She stepped back and placed Kerry’s fact between her hands and spoke to him in a soft, calm tone. “Kerry, look at me, please.” He looked up, sniffing back tears and snot. “You didn’t do a thing. All that is happening to you, right now, is not your fault. Your parents did this, not you. Do you understand?”

He finally calmed down enough that he was able to breathe normally. “Yeah.”


“But why would they do that?”

Bernice decided not to mince words. “Because they’re cowards. Look at the things you’ve been through in the last two years. You’ve discovered what and who you really are. You’ve flown three thousand meters up and sped through the sky at five hundred kilometers and hour. You’ve raced on a broom at the same speeds as professional motor drivers. You’ve faced Deconstructors and Abominaions at your school, both of whom would have killed you given the chance. And right now you’re facing the biggest change of your life with the bravest heart I’ve ever seen.

“But your parents? They can’t even face the fact that you’re an incredible person. They can barely discuss the face that you’re a witch.” She looked away as she snorted. “I have no respect for their actions: they’re despicable. But you?” She smiled as she smoothed his hair. “I dare say there are that many thirteen year old boys in the entire world who have face the same adversity as you and kept moving forward.”


Bernice is correct:  Kerry’s been through a lot of shit in two years and said boo, but his parent won’t even discuss this whole witch business with him.  One could say it’s like they want him to leave.

Well, he’s going to in a bit–but not the way you think.

The Morning Pickup: Let the Right One In

First off, how did yesterday go?  It was crowded at the HQ for Secretary Albright’s appearance and I didn’t get a chance to speak with her–she had to leave just as I was getting to her table–but there were a whole lot of people who got out to canvas and that’s what’s important.

Then there was last night’s video chat I led on world building.  It started at 8 last night and was expected to last about an hour:  I didn’t close it out until a quarter after 11, three hours and fifteen minutes after starting, with lot of interesting questions at the end.  I had a ball doing it and would do another if asked.

All of this means I actually went two days without writing, which is sort of a good thing in that I’m rested up from all the busy in my life.  The rest of the month and the first week of November is gonna be crazy with the election, so I have to anticipate that getting down a nice word count every day is going to be something of a chore.

But I will do what I can.

See?  I'm filled with anticipation.

See? I’m filled with anticipation.

Part Two, Chapter Four, is underway, however, and this is a good thing.  I’m a little over four hundred word into it this morning and I do intend on adding more before recording another video at 8 PM tonight.  Yeah, I’m that busy right now.

So what’s happening?  When your chapter is titled Pickups and Deliveries, I suppose one could say that there will be a pickup followed by a delivery.  And said pickup is about to go down in Cardiff, Wales:


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)


Bernice Rutherford exited the Audi salon and waved to the driver as she drove off. Though it wasn’t necessary to keep up appearances of normalcy with The Malibey’s, someone out and about Timber’s Square might notice a young, well-dressed black woman approaching the corner house having seemed to appear from out of nowhere, and that was something she was going to avoid at all costs.

Though yesterday she’d told her supervisor that she wasn’t nervous about this morning’s pickup, Bernice felt a bit of trepidation as she approached the front door. Kerry’s

summer of passive-aggressive conflict coupled with the anger shown by his parent towards her when she dropped him off two-and-a-half months early only worked to remind her that anything from cool disrespect to furious arguing could result the moment the front door opened.

Putting her nervousness aside, Bernice clutched the shoulder strap of her handbag and rang the doorbell. Fifteen seconds after receiving no response to her call, she wondered if she should Far Sight inside the house and see if there was a problem—

Kerry appeared at inside door and quickly opened the outer door for his visitor. “Hi.” He stood aside. “Come on in.”

“Thank you, Kerry.” Bernice immediately steeled herself for something bad for Kerry’s body language set her on guard. He’s not even looking at me. Whatever is happening may be ongoing. She spotted his roll-on bag at the bottom of the stairs which didn’t surprise her in the least: it indicated he was ready to leave. The only thing missing was his ever-present backpack.

Kerry moved past Bernice and continued towards the back of the house. “I’m almost ready.” He glanced over his left shoulder. “I’m just cleaning up from breakfast; once I’m done here we can go.”

“Sounds good.” Bernice peeked into the sitting room: there wasn’t anyone there. She side-stepped inside and looked into the dining room: no one there, either. Making as little noise as possible she passed through the dining room and entered the family room: Kerry’s parents weren’t here, either.

Rather than use Far Sight to see if anyone was upstairs she extended her hearing and listened for sounds on the first floor. There was nothing but silence: no one moving around, no one speaking—no one at all.

Bernice entered the kitchen as silently as possible and watched Kerry busying himself as he washed up his breakfast utensils. “Kerry…” When he didn’t respond she continued. “Where are your parents?”

He continued cleaning. “They’re not here.”


All’s Quiet On the Malibey Front, but why is Kerry home alone?  I should point out it’s eight in the morning, which is the time Ms. Rutherford picked up Kerry on his way to his B Levels, making it possible that something’s afoot.

Wonder if it’s a bad thing?

Ya think?

Ya think?

Those Early Saturday Emotional Blues

Yeah, get ready for a lot of emotional swinging on this one:


Lunchtime in London: Normals Behavior

Though I was sort of expecting it to happen, I reached another milestone last night:  I finished Part One.  Yes, it’s already an official novel on its own, though there isn’t a satisfying end.  Or is there.

Doesn’t matter.  There’s more to come.

As you can see in this picture.

As you can see in this picture.

I actually find it a bit surprising  that three of the scenes were right around three thousand words each and one went to fifty-three hundred, because I did expect a bit more diversity in the word counts.  Oh, well.  Stuff does happen.

As to what was said after Kerry mentioned he needed to prove he wasn’t dangerous–yeah, you’re getting it now.  All of it…


(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)


Annie was about to say she didn’t understand Kerry’s statement when Alex’s works came back to her: Parents don’t get how we are as tweens and teens, so how are we to expect them to get us now? And given that Kerry’s parents didn’t understand him before he became a student at Salem, she was starting to see a little of his intention. “That shouldn’t be difficult.”

“You should have seen my mother’s face when I told he I knew Morte spells.” He gave a half-snort, half-chuckle. “I’ve seen her mad and concerned, but this was the first time I saw her…” He sat back and sighed. “She was afraid.”

Her face scrunched up. “I don’t know why they are afraid of you—”

“Because my parents aren’t witches.” Kerry’s hand tightened around Annie’s. “They don’t get magic, they don’t get witches.” He leaned closer to Annie. “They don’t get me. And that’s what I gotta chance. I need to get them to realized there’s nothing wrong with me, that I’m still the same person I was before I found out I was a witch. And because of the Morte spells—”

“You need to prove you’re not dangerous.” Annie slowly nodded. “I see now.”

“Do you?”

“Somewhat.” She rested against his shoulder the best she could. “When we had lunch Alex told me that it might be difficult for me to grasp what you’re going through because I’ve never had to worry about my magic not being accepted.”

“I didn’t want to say anything—”

“Because you didn’t want to hurt my feelings.”

“Yeah.” He gave he hand a squeeze. “You’ve never had to be among them like me, so you don’t have quite the same grasp on Normals. I mean—” Kerry made a slight wave with his right hand. “Half the people here would freak if they knew what we could do—” He pointed at a family of three maybe ten meters away sitting on blankets half covered in shade.  “See those people there?”

Annie sat up, her arms wrapped around his. “Yes.”

“How do you think they’d act if they knew that either one of us could kill all of them from here and that it would only take about twenty seconds?” Kerry raised an eyebrow. “Do you think they’d handle it well?”

She saw where his questioning was going but felt the premise was faulty. “We would never do that.”

“I know we wouldn’t and so does The Foundation—otherwise they’d never let us lean this stuff so early—but they don’t know that. All they know is that we’re a couple of teenagers sitting on a bench in a park in London. They don’t know that we’re witches, or that we flew here from the other side of the isle, or that in a couple of weeks we’ll be on our way back to school.

“They also don’t know that we could get up from this bench and walk back into the tree line behind us, turn invisible, and launch off Exsanguination spells in like five seconds. And before they bleed out completely we’d be airborne and on out way out of here and in another part of the city kilometers away about five minutes after we killed them.

“The Foundation might figure out it was us, but here—” He snorted. “They’d never know a couple of thirteen year old kids did this.” Kerry leaned towards Annie. “Have you ever seen Men in Black?”


This is the thing that Kerry has quickly come to understand:  while Annie and he don’t give much of a thought to the sort of things they can do–which are rather considerable even among their own kind–Normal folks wouldn’t handle a couple of thirteen year old kids who could just look in your direction and make you bleed out right where you stand in about a quarter of a minute all that well.

Yep. Pretty much says it all.

Cue the screaming once people hear this.

Kerry wasn’t getting this at first because why would he?  Hey, I can do magic and I’ve been given permission to learn bad-ass magic:  this is cool.  And Annie?  Her parents were aware she was learning how to kill people at the age of nine, and Mama and Papa were probably going, “Isn’t is wonderful that our Nini is learning how to be a good sorceress?”  Of course Mama told her not to do her magic in front of Normals, but Annie was told that when she was like six and that covered all magic, not just the stuff that makes one die.

And this takes us into a movie moment that leads to a bit of learning–


Though she suspected the question was rhetorical, Annie knew she must answer. “No.”

“We’ll have to watch it when we’re back at school. Anyway… there’s a scene: Tommy Lee Jones is trying to recruit Will Smith into the MiB to help control aliens and he’s telling him what they do and how they do it and how everything has to be kept secret. Will isn’t digging the whole secrecy thing, so he’s like, ‘Why don’t you just go public with this? People will get this because they’re smart’. Tommy comes back with, ‘A person is smart: people are dumb, panicky animals and you know it’.”

Kerry looked around for a second while he tightened his hold on his soul mate. “But he’s wrong. A person ain’t always smart: they can be just as dumb and panicky on their own as they can a group.

“That’s what I saw the other day.” He stared down at their hands. “There wasn’t any outward fear, but I could see something in my mom’s eyes and in my dad’s the next day. It’s like—” He shrugged. “It’s like they’ve discovered I’m some kind of crazy serial killed.  They don’t know that I’m not, but the moment you hear death spells—”  Kerry glanced at Annie and there was a touch of sadness in his eyes.  “It’s like, all of a sudden, I’m not human.”

Annie wanted to say that he wasn’t like that at all, but once again Alex’s words returned and she held that question for she realized that this was one of those Normal things that she might not ever understand completely. It also helped her understand Kerry’s current reasoning for not leaving home. “You want to show they’re wrong.”

“I have to.” He hung his head as she sighed. “I know they’ve never seem to think much of me, that I’m just the… weird-ass kid that lives with them.” Kerry twisted around on the bench so he faced Annie. “I know I’m not that; I know I’m nothing like whatever they think I am. But if I leave now, it’ll just reinforce the feeling that I’m different from them. I can’t do that.” He gave Annie’s hand a squeeze. “I won’t let them prove to me that they’re right.”

Annie leaned forward and kissed her soul mate; when she broke the kiss she kept her forehead pressed against his. “I will support you, my love. I don’t completely agree with this, but it’s your decision and you have my love and backing as always.”

He nodded slowly twice before sitting up. “Let’s not talk about this anymore.” He stood, slipped his backpack over one shoulder, and helped Annie to her feet. “What time do you have to be home?”

“Mama wanted me at the airport no later than nineteen-forty and asked I call about ten minutes before leaving London.”

“So, we need to be at Heathrow by seventeen-thirty.”

She nodded. “I believe so.”


It’s all about showing people who’ve always thought of him as a strange kid that he’s really no different that he was before the two years he spent in America learning how to Craft the Art.  And this novel is gonna show it’s not an easy task.  Oh, no:  not easy at all.

With that out of the way what is it Kerry wants to do?


He checked his phone. “It’s almost fourteen now, so we got a good three hours left.” Kerry gave Annie’s arm a slight tug. “Come on: I wanna do something.”

She bounced towards him. “What do you want to do, my love?”

He turned his eyes towards the sky. “You’re gonna think this is strange—”

“Don’t you think I’m used to that by now?” Annie giggled. “Tell me what you have in mind.”

There was a moment of bright red in his cheeks before he explained. “I want to walk to the center of Waterloo Bridge and hug you while I play Waterloo Sunset on the computer.”

Rather than think it strange Annie found the idea quite charming. “What you want to play—is that a song?”

“Um, hum.”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s from the 1960s: one critic said it was the most beautiful song in the English language.” They began walking eastward through the Embankment Garden. “It’s the story of two lovers who meet everyday in the middle of the bridge.”

Annie smile beamed. “That’s so romantic.”

“After that I’d like to do the Eye again.”

“I’d like that as well.” She was ready to recommend that before they left their bench. “And after that?”

“After that—” Kerry held his backpack strap with his right hand while slowly swinging Annie’s and his arms. “Why don’t we see where the day takes us, Darling?”

“That sounds fabulous.”

Kerry stopped and pulled Annie closer so they could kiss. He hugged her for several second before releasing her. “Then let’s do this.”

Annie gave him a quick peck on the cheek and led him down the path. “Let’s.”


I’ve gotten the Princess Bride comment out of the way, and now I’ve gotten the “Let’s do this”/”Let’s” comment out of the way as well.  And now I’m crying ’cause those word come into play in an emotional scene…  Yeah, I’m always thinking ahead and that’s not always a good thing.

The song that Kerry mentions is a favorite of mine, leading back to my youth in the 1960s.  Written by Ray Davies and performed by The Kinks, the song was released two days after I turned ten, so special present for me, yeah?  It was their first song available in stereo–yeah, we were dinosaurs back then–and remains one of the most acclaimed songs The Kinks ever recorded.

Kerry’s quote is accurate: music journalist Robert Christgau was the one who called the song “the most beautiful song in the English language”, and AllMusic senior editor Stephen Thomas Erlewine worte that it was “possibly the most beautiful song of the rock and roll era”.  High praise for a three minute song, but that’s how we wrote them in the 60s.

You can imagine how it looks with Annie and Kerry standing in the middle of the Waterloo Bridge holding each other while the song plays on his computer.  Like it nor not he’s a romantic at heart, and Annie likes it.  A whole lot.

And you can bet she’ll like it a lot more when they meet in Paris.