A generation's shame: Firebombing families
As a toddler and small boy I loved my grandfather. He was the greatest: a kind and gentle and encouraging senior.
Cheers! to a merry hangover-less Christmas
News arrives in the inbox tonight to cheer me up and to brighten prospects for all non-boozers at Christmas-time, the toughest season of all for teetotallers.
Taking on the oceans again, and solo
The gym's open again, albeit to strange hours, but at least it allows me to get active and to get fit – back into training, in other words - for my plan to sail alone around our globe via Cape Horn a second time.
A very, very different 21st birthday party
Twenty-first birthday parties are usually about handing the birthday boy the key to the door. I attended one today that was quite the opposite in just about every way.