It was shocking, if not surreal. The email message was from a woman I‘d never met and whose name I recognized only because, a few months earlier, she mailed me a book she’d written.
The message announced that she and her family were planning a road trip to Disneyland and would just love to stay with us since (at the time) we lived nearby and oh, wouldn’t that be so much fun. She gave a tentative date they would be arriving.
