One of the places where we lived when I was growing up had this big wood out the back. And starting when I was about 8, I used to enjoy just walking alone through the wood late. Eleven p.m. Midnight. Later.
I was a little doubtful about the propriety of going to the Mammoth Cave without a gentleman escort, but if two ladies travel alone they must have the courage of men.
I’m ultimately a widow and a single mother, who’s not even getting to be a mother right now. I am so alone, it’s freaky.
Perhaps our own opposition to even the level of European integration we have now, let alone any more, is well known.