“Great view.” I kept looking at the Acropolis. Then I realized I was being spoken to. I turned around to see a man in his 70’s. I muttered something in agreement. Hearing my accent he started a “Your Country” routine about British politics. “Wrong country,” I interrupted. Once he determined my actual citizenship he started…… Continue reading Views from a Rooftop Bar
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Views from a Rooftop Bar
Posted about a conversation that started with this view yesterday evening.
My Long Journey to Ireland
I disliked history classes at my high school in Newcastle upon Tyne, England. The focus on studying for examinations did not fit my learning style. The teaching style often reflected the teacher’s lack of interest in teaching. To be fair, I did not then have the life experiences to sufficiently understand the nuances of how…… Continue reading My Long Journey to Ireland
One For My Grandfather
Tower of London today: 888,246 ceramic poppies, one for each British WW1 military death; one for my grandfather.
Mario the Cockerel
Bringing Mario the cockerel to his new Newcastle home. An old family friend admired it, so I got it for her garden.
Cream Cake at Fenwick’s
Honored my Mum’s memory with a cuppa and cream cake in Fenwick’s department store, Newcastle. She loved to go there.
Independent Scots
She stands resolutely in front of her home in the “mucky wee port” of Port Glasgow, Scotland. My Aunt Madge, helmet and gas mask at the ready, standing against the Nazi threat. The threat was real. Bombs rained down on the nearby shipyards, and on British, American, and Free French bases. My mother and aunt…… Continue reading Independent Scots
Illicit Photo in a Bank
A Wells Fargo guard ordered me to put my camera away. So, after buying euros I took this illicit photo with my phone.
Coffee, Croissants, Chat
Spent most of the morning chatting over coffee and chocolate croissants.
Nagasaki/Saint Paul
Nagasaki aesthetics, Como Park, St. Paul, MN. Minneapolis and St. Paul are twins; Nagasaki and St. Paul are sisters. In March 2014, I got to meet St. Paul’s sister. I decided not to stay at the Hotel Saint Paul Nagasaki, its name designed to attract my compatriots. I had not come all this way to…… Continue reading Nagasaki/Saint Paul