I think it’s going to be some time before we take off. Continue reading “The New Norm”
I am supposed to kill. This is my job. Continue reading “Kill Schedule”
My delay in blogging can be blamed on last week’s vacation to Spain, where it was good right up until it became food-poisoned. But that’s a story for a different day.
The day before last, I felt fifteen again. I took a driving lesson in the heart of Southwest England – cider country – and screwed up in a million little ways. After nearly 18 years of driving on my own, you’d think I’d have it down by now. But no. It’s surprising how humbling it is to revisit the rules, even if they’re damned Redcoat rules. Continue reading “Humble Pie”