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”
Category Archives: England
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?”
Zombies
They were a great British rock group and I got the chance to see their show at Leicester College in England in 1968. Well I did and I didn’t. My friend from high school and I hitchhiked the 90 miles from Aylesbury, Bucks and we were picked up in short order by a fish’n chipsContinue reading “Zombies”
Shake Things Up!
Life is so fun because it is what you make of it. If you want to spend your life adhering to the norm and fashioning out your own routine within that framework, more power to you. I like to shake things up from time to time, especially with my perfect foil, the Domestic Despot. ForContinue reading “Shake Things Up!”
Never Ever Ever Apologize!
Unless you screw something up and you have to. Israel isn’t apologizing for anything After all, it wasn’t their citizens hang gliding down on a group of all those innocent, honest Hamas people we hear so much about, shooting automatic rifles indiscriminately. And the definition of insanity? History has provided you with the 6-day War,Continue reading “Never Ever Ever Apologize!”
