The Wood's Secret Garden

 DRAFT - RUSH POST - FORGIVE THE TYPO'S This story is a true story and has absolutely nothing to do with the Celtic legend about an island named Avalon, represented by an earthy paradise in the western seas, to which King Arthur and other heroes were carried at death.   No—nothing in common with that at all; accept the miraculous!   This story begins in 1998.   In 1998, at the age of 38, I had the opportunity, for the first time in my adult life, to purchase a “good car”.  You know what I mean, right?  A car that you would not need to make sure you put in neutral at the stop light and keep your foot on the accelerator so that it would not die, kind of “good car”.  I car with a moon roof, leather power seats that had seat heaters in them (WHAT?); and a 12 pack CD player in the trunk.  When I had finally found myself in a position to buy such a car, I wasn’t even sure how to go about finding one.   The first thing I did was to research all the consumer reports and then research