London tourist
My Dad moved to England in 1977 when I was ten years old. About the only good thing about him living so far away is that I’ve been able to visit the
Life
Everybody should fly executive class
I’m in a McDonalds Internet cafe in London, safely arrived. Today, some sightseeing. Tomorrow, I meet Jim and Andrea, a couple of close friends from Richview, who are on their way to
Hopping the pond
The next time I blog, I hope to be in London, England, on the way to see my Dad, who lives in Birchington-on-Sea, Kent (not far from Margate).
Post-vacation reflections
I’m back in the work groove again. My to-do list is a mile high, and I’ve got way more to do than is reasonable. Some insights from my vacation are helping
Catching up
About 300 e-mails to go. Vacations were a lot nicer before e-mail. I’ve been enjoying catching up on a number of blogs though.