The Return of the Missing

One-by-one the missing return from their holiday journeys and Georgetown is no longer a silent little village. My street - silent during the holidays - is once again filled with the early-morning sounds of chatting neighbors, barking dogs and evening rush hour. The phone which sat dead for the last week is now alive and well and brings me calls from telemarketers promising riches and fame or from friends discussing their holiday experiences with family and friends. Neither of which leave me with anything more than a warm ear. It's amazing how warm your ear becomes when it is pressed against plastic for any length of time.