Flight movies: Mr. Bean and others

{This was composed on a flight and saved for posting on a slow day…} I’ve been browsing through the movies selections, planning my entertainment for the next few hours, as well as the return trip. Under ‘Documentaries’ is My Perestroika, the story of 5 people from the last generation to be brought up behind the…

Anne’s story 1944: A significant year

In early 1944 Anne had stopped working and was pregnant with their first child. Meanwhile, Ray got fired as he didn’t get along with his boss. This was a cause for some soul-searching and shame. Not only was he not fighting overseas like the rest of his peers, but he had been fired from his civilian…

Book review: The Old Patagonian Express, by Paul Theroux

The Old Patagonian Express, published in 1979, describes Paul Theroux’s trip, mainly by train, from Boston to the southern part of South America, so he could write a book about it. He was already an experienced traveller and writer of fiction and nonfiction, and spoke Spanish quite well. The book is not your typical travel…

Book review: The Emperor of Lies, by Steve Sem-Sandberg

I don’t like writing book reviews. I like reading books and telling you I’ve read them, and maybe giving a thumbs up or down. Reviewing them requires mental effort that is better spent starting a new one. Nevertheless, I need to earn my little piece of blog space, so I will write something. The Emperor…

The Way – Camino de Santiago de Compostela

On a flight not long ago I watched The Way with Martin Sheen. It was a moderately good movie about a middle-aged American who walks the Camino de Santiago de Compostela in Spain, in honour of his son who had just died. I’ve had an interest in doing some or all of the Camino for quite a while. More…

Anne’s story 1942: Marriage

In June 1942, Anne and Ray got married. She was almost 20 and he was 22. The most popular songs of 1942 included The White Cliffs of Dover by Vera Lynn. They were married for almost 65 years, until death did them part in 2007. I cannot explain my own marriage, so I won’t attempt to describe…