Excerpt from Chapter Three, Richard No More Richard Post goes wandering in Sleepy Hollow’s wooded areas
I began this book when eight years ago when Barrack Obama won the election and my son was twelve. We would walk together in the Sleepy Hollow woods making up tales.
After many revisions the book morphed into a new book. IT took on a new life. Now, at long last, I am finished writing it.
I dedicate We Killed Ichabod to “Washington Irving who put our town on the map and to my son Malcolm who walked these woods with me.”