I took my dog for a walk the day the bombs hit in London. I felt sadder than I had in a long time. I’ve always been a bit of a fanatic about England. Charles Dickens is my favorite author, closely followed by Jane Austin, Thackeray and all the Bronte’s. I am a charter subscriber to a magazine called British Heritage and I actually read each issue cover to cover.
One of the best afternoons of my life was spent at Old Bailey in London attending the murder trial of a man who was a British Hell’s Angel. I lovedContinue reading → “For one day we were all Londoners”