Who ever ran over a whale and what happened? The whale is the anomaly. I grew up in the endlessly fascinating New York Metro area, from the Hackensack Meadows across Jersey City and Manhattan to the East River. It was a big playground united by tunnels, trains, bridges and ferry boats.
My adult territory grew until my zig-zag adventures took me half way around the world. What intrigued me were the revealing behaviours of people I met, the unexpected. Except for running over the whale, everything was people action, all kinds, with all kinds of results. I did start writing finally. The interesting fact I learned is that people are unpredictable and encounters rarely end with all the loose ends tied up. I think that shows up in my stories and books. Life is not neat, and everything doesn’t turn out just so.