Experience suggests that my telephone conversation with some extremely pleasant folk from Colorado last Thursday will prove one of my last international work calls before Christmas. Although I have never visited Denver or its environs, I am assured that their courtesy was typical of that, and other, Western States. My research suggests, however, that if you ever…
Charge your glasses
The highlight of my year as a young teenager was undoubtedly Summer Camp. It was not really a camp at all. Public (that means private) schools bearing varying degrees of similarity to Hogwarts were hired for a fortnight and staffed by post-pubescent volunteer counselors, hand-picked by the ever-so-more-mature officers of our local youth club. With average pedagogic training approaching…
Stuck Behind Chocolate Bars
Predictably, perhaps, Belgium does not feature prominently in Patricia Schulz's "1,000 Places To See Before You Die". Given my disdain for "Harry, take a photograph" tourism, it was serendipitous that the only foreign place I was taken to see in the ten years after I entered this life was Belgium. And I loved it. My father spent the…
Tax Break 