It’s been a long time since I’ve posted something. Only because nothing else to say.
I’ll always wonder if you found this site.
Not a day goes by …
I feel I haven’t changed since the day I left you. I’m sure you haven’t changed either.
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted something. Only because nothing else to say.
I’ll always wonder if you found this site.
Not a day goes by …
I feel I haven’t changed since the day I left you. I’m sure you haven’t changed either.
Of the thirty years and one day in the USAF, perhaps the most memorable was the time I spent in Yorkshire, England, between 2002 and 2004.
But in all that time, I never came across Scotch eggs, and now, two days ago, I had my first Scotch eggs, in north Texas of all places. Wow.
From wiki:
Other claims include the name coming from a nickname used by Londoners who lived around Wellington Barracks after Officers of the Scots Guards stationed there, and who developed a taste for the snack.
According to Culinary Delights of Yorkshire, they originated in Whitby, Yorkshire, England, in the 19th century, and were originally covered in fish paste rather than sausage meat.
Wellington Barracks:
Wellington Barracks is a military barracks in Westminster, central London, for the Foot Guards battalions on public duties in that area. The building is located about three hundred yards from Buckingham Palace, allowing the guard to be able to reach the palace very quickly in an emergency, and lies between Birdcage Walk and Petty France. Three companies are based at the barracks, as well as all of the Foot Guards bands and the regimental headquarters.
Whitby, Yorkshire, England: wiki.
Scotch eggs: link here.
There's a present tense.
And a past (past perfect) tense.
And there's an imperfect (past imperfect) tense.
But no tense for a past event still very much alive in the present tense.
2002 to 2006 live on in my mind every, every day.
I can't shake it and it's killing me.
Tonight is / was perfect walking weather. Wow, wow, wow, how wonderful it was to take day-long, and late-evening, midnight walks with Pat.
I hope you are doing well. That's all I can write tonight.
You would be happy to know that I don't feel a day older than 40. LOL.