Kaua’i

Kaua’i

My luck had finally run out. After completing 106 consecutive weekly analects/blogs, I hit a brick wall. Every analect posted attracted a raft of reader comments ranging from “Loved it”, to “Couldn’t understand it”, to “Your worst yet”. But each had one component: my...
A Day in the Life of … ( Part 3)

A Day in the Life of … ( Part 3)

At the top of the steep stone steps, a large, ornate stone arch greeted us – the Puerta de Toledo – one of several gates converging onto the Plaza Puerta del Sol, the grandest of Madrid’s squares. Once again, the scene teemed with tourists. Everyone barged into each...
A Day in the Life of … ( Part 3)

A Day in the Life of …(Part 2)

  The merciless heat, dust and incessant squeeze of the horde at the Royal Palace of Madrid had drained us. Entering Calle de Bailén, we were parched. At this time in the afternoon, the broad, gently curving boulevard was deserted, its inhabitants presumably...
A Day in the Life of … ( Part 3)

A Day in the Life of … ( Part 1)

It was the beginning of the end. Today was the last day of our family holiday in Spain and, indeed, of our future travels together. A week before our holiday, Alex had graduated from the University of British Columbia, immediately garnering a job in Vancouver,...
Ignorance is Bliss… Isn’t It?

Ignorance is Bliss… Isn’t It?

At high school, Eric was my best friend. He was Scottish, a rarity in our Berkshire village. We prided ourselves on how open and liberal we were, detesting and calling out any form of prejudice that raised its ugly head. In one of our discussions, out of the blue, I...
K*A*S*S*A*R*E

K*A*S*S*A*R*E

My father was so popular, he was nicknamed before he was born. Along with perforated eardrums (teachers regularly slapped his ears for being a mischief-maker), Dad left school with two things he would carry for the rest of his life: high school failure (like his son...