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On Saturday, I promised that some mishap or other would transpire from floating down a black water river in a tire tube. Amazingly, nothing happened, other than we had tons of fun. It was a postcard day for floating down the Edisto. Me being me, though, I’m bound to findContinue Reading

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Why are the English so bloody, freaking nice? The thing, I think, that I will miss most about being immersed in England is the sing-song “thank you!” they attribute to almost every single minor event; the blissful “good mornings!” I received from my hosts, all of them; and the genuineContinue Reading

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When we last left our hapless Aristocrat and his American wife, they were visiting my current hosts in an attempt to greet us Stateside folk. They proceeded to invite us over to their manse for drinks the following evening, something we Americans were gleefully anticipating. After all, this WAS theContinue Reading