Category Archives: England

Know When to Say When

No one can ever put a dent in my loyalty to the Manchester United Red Devils, but who, if anyone, will be the one to say, “enough is enough.?” I have watched the team play two matches and they looked like crap in both contests. I have never been a fan of manager Erik TenContinue reading “Know When to Say When”

The Long Wait is Over

For me, anyway. The start of the Premier League football season begins today with my Manchester United Reds hosting Fulham, a team that sneaks into the top ten on occasion, but are in no danger for the top six spots. Now, although I am very skeptical about the retention of manager Erik Ten Hag, IContinue reading “The Long Wait is Over”

Thank You

Now that I’m a 1000+ blog poster, I wanted to take a minute to offer thanks to some of the key people who have each helped, in their own way, to make this one glorious ride so far. I want to thank Linda, an 8th grader (I was in seventh grade) for telling me IContinue reading “Thank You”

How Much is Too Much?

A question for the ages… To the person who says that “you can have too much of a good thing,” I say they obviously weren’t living alongside me in Las Vegas in the eighties. Too much money? Right. I have no animosity or envy of rich people. I want them to succeed the same asContinue reading “How Much is Too Much?”

999 and counting….

I never thought I would EVER be one of those… You know, people who post online blogs. This is the 999th post I have had published on this blog site and I am having just as much fun doing it now as when I started three years ago. My science of writing is a simplisticContinue reading “999 and counting….”

Working Stoned

When I think back on the entirety of my working career, I really went to work stoned. A lot. When you are a young chef candidate, you are crushing long hours with other young hopefuls, and guess what? Every one of them is high. Once you attain a level of autonomy and say-so in anContinue reading “Working Stoned”

Jolly Old

I retain fond memories of my time in Europe, particularly in the midlands of England, outside the city of Oxford. Housing for military at the small ex-RAF base Upper Heyford was at a premium, and my mom always insisted we did NOT live in base housing, rather, she preferred us to encounter our new hostContinue reading “Jolly Old”

Jolly Old

I retain fond memories of my time in Europe, particularly in the midlands of England, outside the city of Oxford. Housing for military at the small ex-RAF base Upper Heyford was at a premium, and my mom always insisted we did NOT live in base housing, rather, she preferred us to encounter our new hostContinue reading “Jolly Old”

I KNOW Why Me?

I am my best ally and my own worst enemy. I elevated myself to levels of euphoria and visited the depths of the abyss. From the year 1974 to 1987, if given any two choices, I would indubitably choose the option that was the worse for me. Consistently. Knowingly. When I entered the higher echelonsContinue reading “I KNOW Why Me?”