You all know I am living at my mother-in-law’s house which is lovely, roomy, comfortable, deep in the heart of…
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Road Kill and Other Oddities…
Walking in the ancient woods in Beckenham is relatively safe if, as I discovered weeks later, I don’t pick up…
Pompeii Boots…
While Daughts was cruising she spent some time in the Mediterranean. Italy had three ports of call, Naples, Civitavecchia and…
Travelling Through Time…
I said goodbye to my final rose, the third round of blooms I had enticed from the bushes outside my…
Happy Thanksgiving…
I am thankful today for the witness I received from a lady, who is a neighbor of Daughts’ and son’s…
Final Days in Beckenham…
I was walking today along the lake at Hideaway. The wind was bitterly cold and since it had rained almost…
Moving Back Home…
My friends have asked me where I’m calling home those days and I say, “Let me count the places!” The…
Daughts is Coming Home…
Life on Grand Mistral was drawing to a close. The friends Daughts had made during her three short months…
A Note to Daughts…
Daughts was having a sad day as she drew near to the end of her contract aboard The Grand Mistral.…
The Late Night Train…
Daughts used to catch the 1025pm from Victoria every evening after work and tell us tales of drunks scarfing Big Macs and sleeping through their stops.