Tag: Spitfire
Hail, Britannia!
I was up early. I had packed a picnic basket the night before. It was actually, a basket, we had purchased it several years earlier, and was woven wicker with … Continue reading Hail, Britannia!
A disease for which there is no cure
I’m almost certain it started with a spaghetti shooting tank. I was around 3 or 4 when I remember my dad making reel-to-reel tapes of his voice. He was sending … Continue reading A disease for which there is no cure
Cognitive Dissonance 