Can I blog from London?

I was a timid child. My earliest memory is of the fear of being pulled down to the depths by the swirling water exiting the bath tub drain. That timidity resulted in living the last 67 years with little spontaneity. Today, I will do something very much out of character.

Our son Keller is speaking in London at a scientific conference. On the spur of the moment, I decided to fly to the UK and hear his presentation. So, off I go to today, returning next Friday.

Can I blog from London? I don’t know, but we shall see. And, by the way, wish me luck finding my connecting train in Paddington!

Photo credit: The main platforms of the Paddington rail station in London, UK per Wikimedia Commons license.

Photo credit: The main platforms of the Paddington rail station in London, UK per Wikimedia Commons license.

RGK

PS Thanks to Eric Hines for the idea. He planted the seed in a blog comment. I particularly thank him for his kindness.

A bittersweet Fourth

I was going to write something that would hopefully be funny but in any event snarky about boys and firecrackers.  That brought to mind, Keller, our son.

Keller loved to blow shit up on the Fourth.  Ten years after he left for college we were still finding fireworks stashes all over the house.  He lives now in Australia with his sweet boy Fletcher, and his bright and gorgeous wife Stacey.

I wish Keller were here now to blow shit up.

RGK

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