But, I’ll start in Berlin…. Leaving Oslo and heading south takes me to warmer weather. My first stop is quite serindepitous when I receive an invite from Bernd (and his wife Christine), an avid reader of this blog, to visit Berlin. The last time I saw...
Oslo Norway feels like home, except my understanding of Norwegian has faded since my college courses in 1970–taken exactly 50 years ago. I took the 101 and 102 course simultaneously and passed both with flying colors. One of the first places I visit is the...
Let’s start with the British Museum and their largest draw–the Rosetta Stone. At 9:30am, the doors opened and this stone was mobbed by Asian tourists, faces planted in their camera/phones filing by taking selfies. After the place cleared, I moved in for...
It must be Glasgow because it’s December 9th. These vistas are becoming mixed in my memory but first thing it’s off to Kevingrove Museum where I begin with a completely unanticipated organ concert. It’s raining and foggy of course here in Glasgow....
Skip this post if you’re not into Irish history. My great grandfather, William Verner was a Presbyterian minister in County Tyrone, Northern Ireland in the 1800s. His family fled Ireland at the end of the century–my grandfather, Edwin, left for South...
I’m currently in South Ireland having a grand time….I’ll post more when I get some time off. Yes, there is a town by this name in Wales–a photo-snap I took as the train departed for Holyhead where I caught the ferry to Dublin. Stay...
