Thirty years ago today, Pan Am 103, a Boeing 747 that departed Heathrow for JFK, was blown up at just after 7pm while at 31,000 feet over Scotland.
If I think back here to where I was at age 20 (then, I was living in Fairbanks, Alaska), and then at 30 (I was in Paris), and then at 40 (I was married by then and here in London), and, uh, well, you get the idea…
Despite America’s British colonial heritage, the US doesn’t truly have a pub direct equivalent.
Well, another week is upon us. Another Monday. However, today is a bit different for me: It’s my birthday! My presents there? All of Mad Men and The West Wing on DVD! […]
I finally saw some of my cousin’s 20 year old daughter’s writing. Evidently she is somewhere on the Fan Fiction Plus app, but refuses to give up her screen name to her […]
The other day I mentioned that my niece – who’s 18 – has started university this week in Belfast. (She’s at Queen’s.) It’s her first extended time away from home without her […]
Please pardon a very serious post, but I wish to address this in one “summation” and be done with it. You may know by now that one Amanda Knox of Seattle, Washington, […]
As you probably know if you stop by regularly, I’m finishing up the sequel to the first book. Recently, I’ve plunged into re-reading, editing and altering bits here and there. At times […]