You may know that, in the US, women were once referred to as Chicks. To be fair, I don’t know if people still use the term Chick in the US. It could have fallen out of favour or it could have been considered inappropriate with the PC brigade. Well, here in the UK, women are […]
Category Archives: Stories
Not quite as expected
Although I was born and raised in the US, I have lived in the UK for the past 20 – 25 years or so. Over the years, I have welcomed a number of family members for visits and lead a number of expeditions into London. This particular day, my mother and I went along South […]
Showed you?!!? Where???
I worked for the McHaggis firm of solicitors – which is a Law Firm if you’re speaking American – in the Probate department. Although, as an English person I am loath to use the word “quaint”, the village is painfully quaint – the buildings along the High Street (which is like Main Street – every […]
I shave it!!
I first met Julie when I climbed through the window at the old-fashioned firm in the village. The office is next door to the church on Church Street and was erected in the Tudor period. The large oak staircases on the ground floor hid the usual nooks and crannies that can be found in a […]
Paternal Moment
I must have been about 13 or so when Dad was diving along I-74 between Champaign and Mahomet when I Want To Know What Love Is was playing on the radio. I remember there was a high-pitched him coming from the stereo and I associated it with Dolby – which was a new technology all […]
Compos mentis
From the front window and in the distance I can see waves frolicking among dark rocks and sand. I can almost smell the ozone. The living room is kissed with yellow light – so much so that the entire living room looks warm and cosy. I like what I’m seeing but don’t recognise it. Someone […]
Effeminate Pirate
Great Tits (stop giggling!) are a rather small yellow and blue bird in England. We had a small flock of the happy and earnest birds in the vast back garden behind my and Troy’s first flat. One cold and wet May Bank Holiday, the family in our eaves fledged their 8 chicks. I had imagined […]
