By Stocking Smitten
It was one of those spectacular late Spring days in New England. Crystal clear skies, 70 degrees with promise of warmer temperature as the day wore on. I was in great spirits. I had pulled into the parking lot a few minutes early for my appointment and was looking over some papers spread out on the passenger seat for a meeting scheduled for later that morning when I noticed a late model Range Rover pull into the spot to the right of where I was parked. I glanced up and noticed that