Our Summer Trip Misadventure
“Do you have any proof that you live in the Netherlands?” the border control guard asked as he looked down at me from his high desk. I was trying to board a Eurostar train...
“Do you have any proof that you live in the Netherlands?” the border control guard asked as he looked down at me from his high desk. I was trying to board a Eurostar train...
“I’m not as accident-prone as I used to be,” stated the blog post that was originally going to be here. It was part of a personal update about life and blogging during the time...
I am terrible at barbecuing. None of my barbecuing attempts have worked out successfully. I’ve flooded the garden and surrounding neighborhood with smoke. I’ve over-cooked meat, under-cooked meat and I’ve burnt myself several times....
“I don’t understand why this thing didn’t work,” my wife commented as she took out another plate and examined it. It was true. The plate did not look as dirt-free as it should have...
The start of my day involves a short drive to the train station. It’s an uneventful but pleasant drive from the village where I live through country roads to the nearby town and its...
Like most people, I sometimes forget things. It’s not intentional. It just happens. It might be an important bit of information that has to be remembered, an object that must not be forgotten or...