Category Archives: Reality is a Harsh Mistress

Sea

I am in love with the sea. My fondest memories of this entire voyage are my time in Normandy and my time in Portsmouth. It could be argued, I suppose, that what I really value about those two places in … Continue reading

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Smoke

Ah London. The Smoke. Shan’t miss you. Probably won’t be entirely chuffed to return Friday. Had kind of a lost day yesterday ( Tues.) Went off to find Soane’s Museum – which was pretty close to where I was staying … Continue reading

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Eiffel

Two days down in Paris. Oddly, my left foot has entirely given out. Tomorrow ought to be entertaining. Yesterday I tramped all through the Louvre in the heat and the smell of tourists. French museums are interesting, there’s no attempt … Continue reading

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Sunset

All experiences teach lessons. My experiences have generally taught lessons like: don’t drink Guinness and gin half and halfs after you’ve been doing straight shots of 100 proof whiskey out of a steel musket barrel on a freezing balcony. Those … Continue reading

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Gone

I am running out of family. Dad grew up in household of six: Mom, Dad, four kids. There are only three left now. Mom grew up in a household of eight: Mom, Dad, six kids. There are only five left … Continue reading

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