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The Rumors of the Death of British Pubs…

…has been greatly exaggerated. Before leaving California, I noticed a few newspaper articles announcing that 1 in 4 pubs had closed last year. I also read a couple articles that inferred it was the death of the pub. And just … Continue reading

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Beautiful British Cuisine: Now Better

Fish and Chips, the most fabulous thing the British ever gave the world. (remember: gin originated in Holland) And my local chip shop just made it a whole lot better. Impossible, you say, no it isn’t, just read on… But … Continue reading

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A Pleasant Day in Exeter

It all begins with a view of my parents town of Lympstone. Running up the center is the main throughfare of town, known as ‘The Strand’, with The Swan Pub on the right and the only store in town in … Continue reading

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London: A Different Camden Locks

     I remember Camden Locks being dirty and dangerous. Not dangerous to me, because I had the look, and walked the walk. But dangerous to those uptight Thatcherites in their public school clothing.      This was almost 20 years ago now, but … Continue reading

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Road to Alaska: Section VIII

Epilogue: Northern Lights       It was Monday night, Kieara’s birthday. A group of us went out, listened to a poetry reading, drank heavily at a few bars and spent some time dancing. I arrived home in the darkness of two … Continue reading

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Road to Alaska: Section VII

Down to Size       It didn’t take very long to settle down in Alaska, through my bartending job at the Captain Cook Hotel, I instantly made some wonderful friends. There was Matt, who had worked as a bartender, but who … Continue reading

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Road to Alaska: Section VI

The Motorcycle       When my motorcycle coughed, sputtered, coughed again, juddered, coughed a few more times, and finally rolled to a stop by the side of the road –half way up the AlCan- I thought it was because my motorcycle … Continue reading

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Road to Alaska: Section V

A Week Early       One afternoon I stopped at a gas station that was definitely in the middle of nowhere. My bike was at 75 miles from the last fill-up, 75 miles from the last gas station and I was … Continue reading

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Road to Alaska: Section IV

The AlCan: Middle of Nowhere       The phrase –The Middle of Nowhere- is thrown about with consummate ease. To some people New Jersey is the middle of nowhere, while to others it is the middle of the Gobi desert. To … Continue reading

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Road to Alaska: Section III

Alaskan Humor and Wildlife      Classic Alaskan joke:       What is the state bird of Alaska?       The Mosquito.       When the people in the bar found out I was new, they almost fell over each other to tell me this … Continue reading

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North to Alaska: Section II

Romance      Alaska is the last place in the United States I wanted to live.      No, wait, read that the other way around.       I had lived in the four corners of this country; I grew up in Southern California, summered … Continue reading

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North To Alaska: Section I

That Sensation      I left San Francisco on May 3rd, 2001, heading north. A familiar feeling arose in my gut, a simple and powerful sensation. The feeling of movement, freedom. As the bridge opened up, and the tarmac sped past under … Continue reading

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