Quips from Kay

 I thought today I would take you back with me to my visit with my daughter in Cobham, Surrey, England, in 2014. First it must be pointed out that just because we Americans have a basic language in common with the British doesn't mean that we speak it the same. That being said, I will 'splain, as my Brazilian friend would say.  I asked about a train to a village called Claygate and the guard told me to take the one "viyahCobham". I thought it was yet another town I had to go through. Found out he meant, "via Cobham". When you get off the train if you want to leave the station there is a sign that says  "WAY OUT".  At first I thought it was some leftover hippie description of the place but soon discovered it was the exit.  If they want to tell you about a great "scheme" which to us Yanks sounds like some nefarious plan, it's not that, it's just an innocent plan. If you order streaky bacon, it's like ours with fat running throug...

 Hurricane Sally is still pouring buckets of rain on the Gulf Coast of Alabama and the Florida panhandle. That reminded me of the various hurricanes I have experienced starting with one that brought its wind and rain 50 miles north of Corpus Christi to my dry little home town in the 1940s. I mention this one because I remember being at home with my parents and watching the heavy rain and wind. I was also watching my mother standing on our screened-in back porch yelling "come on wind, blow that old carport down!" And at about the third plea to the wind, her wish came true and the wind took that thing down.  Fortunately we had insurance so she got her wish and as soon as the weather settled down she painted a mural on the side of the new garage. It wasn't until 1953 that they started naming hurricanes.  That one wasn't exciting or hair raising but the 1919 hurricane and tidal wave that hit Corpus Christi had an everlasting effect on my mother's family. My grandfathe...

 Yesterday I took you up to the front of the British Museum. Today we are going inside. I had already been to the Smithsonian in D.C. but when I saw that fantastic British Museum I had to admit that it's a lot more spectacular than ours and that's hard for me to say. Anyway if you have not been but do find yourself in London some time, be sure to go. The architecture is stunning and the displays are so well organized that you cannot help but learn about so many peoples and places in our world. Unfortunately,  I don't have any pics but of course you can google it. I had planned to say more about the Museum but found that I have no words to describe it. So we move on to yet another place I went to by myself.  After the Museum I got on a ferry boat that took us up to the Tower of London. Riding on the Thames we passed Shakespeare's Globe Theater. It's the only wooden structure allowed in London because of the Great Fire in 1666 which gutted the entire city. The origina...

 I think I told my readers, if there are any, that I am an only child. Little did I realize growing up that that would allow me to have a few interesting adventures as an adult. Today I have decided to share some of those with you and I hope I am not repeating any stories. I will try to keep them in chronological order but that may be impossible for me. I start by reminding you of my flight from New Orleans to Athens, Greece. That's a tale you may find in my blog of June 30, 2019, so I won't retell it now. After that I flew to Washington D.C., which I wrote about on May 18, 2019. These are trips that I made alone and somehow managed to come away unharmed.  Then there was the trip to Mexico City before things like email and all the other rapid communication stuff existed. I took some papers containing our shipping company business to the capital for a fellow to sign because at that time there was no way to have that done electronically. Of course when I arrived in Mexico City I...