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When Nancy and I arrived in Galway, after a 12 hour trip from London via taxi-airplane-bus-train, we were tired.  That is the only explanation I have for me being somewhat cranky.  I like to think this is a rare occasion, however, I know that Nancy is probably going to read this so I am going … Read morePayless / Budget Rent-A-Car / Expedia What?

My Uncle Dickie once told me that when you are driving a car at night, even if the lights of the oncoming cars were bright, you can easily manage just by looking at the line in the middle of the road.  Ensure that the line visually intersects with a fixed place on your car’s hood … Read moreThe Other Side of the Road

Through the Window, through hundreds of hanging tea cups, I could see her.  She was darker skinned with a non-English or Irish look.  She was dressed in practical clothes, pants and a white shirt under a faded blue sweatshirt.  She looked out of place amidst the finery in the English tea shop.  But she was … Read moreCupán Tae

Galway is charming.  A smaller Irish town on the opposite side of the island from Dublin.  But, I am a little ahead of myself. . . .   We flew into Dublin that morning.  The flight was short, but the logistics to leave the plane and get through customs was a walk of about a … Read moreThat Aint No Blarney

I was standing on the corner of 60 Isledon Road waiting for the taxi to arrive.  We had to take a taxi to get to Heathrow because of our bags.  It was just too difficult to carry them, or roll them, to the Tube at 4:00 AM in the morning through the suburbs of London.  … Read moreLucien Simion and the Trip to Heathrow

We have been in both the London Tube and the Paris Metro in the last  three weeks and have noticed some striking differences.  First of all the trains in the Tube are really busy.  Jammed, usually, during busy hours and fairly heavy the rest of the time. . it stands to reason because they only … Read moreThe London Tube and The Paris Metro

I am tempted to send a letter to President Trump.  There are a lot of things I would want to tell him; however, most would never ‘strike brain’.  So, I would concentrate on the simple things like . . bigly is not a word used by intelligent people.  Yes, it’s an actual word in the … Read moreBigly is Actually A Word

We were rushing down Hornsey Rd., in front of the Emirates Arsenal Stadium, and then over to the Holloway metro station.  We were careful because the cars drive on the other side of the road and it would be easy to step out in front of a car coming from an unexpected direction.  We were … Read morePicadilly Circus West End

This morning I awoke to the sound of a light patter on the window.  Rain?  Having lived in California for 50 years, I wasn’t sure if I could identify it.  Sure enough!  I took some pictures,  found a puddle that I could step into, and tasted the raindrops as they rolled into my mouth.  Ah … Read moreBlah Blah Blah Buster

Sad eyes.  With round spectacles.  He was perhaps six feet tall, with a slight smile.  And, about 35 years old with fine brown hair and a trace of gray.  He asked me if I wanted to speak in English or French.   I started in French, as I always do in France, in hopes that, … Read moreEnglish or French