Off to the Races

The Horse-Racing Festival previously known as Glorious Goodwood (now unfortunately known as Qatar Goodwood) takes place every year around the end of July or beginning of August. It features five days of the best thoroughbreds and jockeys competing for some of the highest purses in horse-racing.

Dante, being the passionate horse-racing fan that he is, chose this year to go to Goodwood. I like the horses too and occasionally place a small bet. But I only enjoy going to the races if the weather is nice. We’ve been to Royal Ascot, where the queen makes an appearance in her horse-drawn carriage. We’ve been to Sandown in England, and Fairyhouse in Ireland for the Irish National Championship.

People get dressed up for these festivals and the men must wear jackets and ties unless they want to sit with the riff-raff (which we did, not because of the dress code but because of the price of the tickets). The women get all gussied up and there are contests and prizes for the best ladies hat. In the past, I have never bothered getting spruced up but this year I made an effort with the help of my friend, Dona, a fashion guru, who re-configured a hat and lent me some jewelry and Dante brought his white suit and Panama hat (see photo above). Continue Reading →

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Flummoxed

The other day I was having a conversation with a German-Italian friend of mine who began telling me a story of how she had encountered a snag in cell phone service while she was at a Turkish airport awaiting a flight to Cyprus. The problem, it seems, stemmed from a misunderstanding by the Turkish representative of her cell phone company. Continue Reading →

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My 2nd Life

For the past six weeks, I have been able to think of nothing other than the Presidential election in the USA. After retiring from the navy, I’d spent the last 13 years pretty much letting the world go by until the most bizarre US election of all time dragged me back into intensely following world events because I believe the person that half the American people voted for will very likely make the world an even more dangerous place than it presently is.

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The Locker-Room Campaign

I thought that my last political post would have been the first and last words I had to say about the American 2016 Presidential campaign, but here I am, once again unable to keep my thoughts to myself.

OK, when I first heard that Donald Trump had used “Locker-Room talk”, I actually thought that someone was reporting on what he had said in the locker room! And even though I’m certainly no Trump fan, I found myself defending him against what I imagined was someone baiting a trap in the locker room to embarrass him. Continue Reading →

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Letter to my Sister

I have not seen you in over 40 years

March 11, 1947 you (Frances Joan Jennings) were born a blue baby. You were transferred to Boston for a transfusion. You had rheumatic fever but survived. You were the 4th living child of Elsie B. Milligan and Francis G. Jennings. Your siblings were: Thomas J. age 5, Elsie F. age 4, and me (Mary R. age 3).

I don’t remember when you were born but I think it was the same year that I had my tonsils out. And I do remember that. Continue Reading →

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