Archive for July 2012

The Accidental Yank at the Olympic Opening

The Accidental Yank at the Olympic Opening
Cubs or White Sox? It’s all the same to me I’m an atypical Chicagoan. Though I live a short 7-minute walk from Soldier Field, I’ve never gone to a game there, or frankly even wanted to in the iconic stadium. I plead overload. On a high school drill team in Houston TX in the straight-laced... Read more »

Titters about Mittens, from London

The Clip Blog With so much Team GB press slamming Mitt Romney’s gaffes , how can one Yank visiting in the UK pass up the opportunity to let the non-political politician step on his solid gold tongue? Given this is a bit like a clip Simpsons show, let me begin with Rupert Murdoch’s The Times.... Read more »

Twas the night before the Olympics

Was it possible, the night before the Olympics that I–the most non-sport person in the world—could be anticipatory of the Olympics Opening tomorrow. Or was it because I forgot to turn off the iPad in our bedroom and the flight path to/fro Heathrow was noisily overhead in Esher, why I had trouble going to sleep?... Read more »

Mixed Salad, Best Mixed

As summer sizzles, even in smoking hot London Town where temps topped 31 C yesterday—without the availability of air-conditioning I can attest the theater like Horrible Histories with a 5-year-old grandson in my lap was a challenge, salad comes to mind. And as any salad junkie–like me–knows, mixed is best. In catching up, tickets for... Read more »

Church of the Holy Gun (sponsored by the NRA)

Sitting in the Globe Theatre in London UK to see Richard III, it crossed my mind. What if we were in an American theater? Bang bang, and many of us would die. The first thing to cross my mind was to throw myself on my mid30 year old daughter. For the bench, backless seating of... Read more »

Homophobe American BS?

Hearing that the UK Boy Scouts show films to members denouncing homophobes, it is depressing to hear American Boy Scouts ban gay members and leaders. Sticking their heads up their…regressive mentalities says it all. And naked for the world to see American bigots clothed in uniforms. That they made the decision in a closed meeting... Read more »

The Unseen

At a special exhibition of paintings at London’s National Gallery on Leonardo da Vinci, I learned of the new research to see what is behind the veil of paint of this most unprolific of painter. Using  infrared light, the curators could go beyond the visible paint to the underdrawings below. Apparently all was not visible... Read more »

London Olympics Part 1--The Whoops

You know that moment before you host a party. That last minute moment when your guests are due, will they come—and you over think it all.  Do we have enough food and drink? And what about the ice given the refrigerator’s wonky automatic ice maker is dead? Well, sitting under an always grey (English spelling)... Read more »

Think Globally, Write Locally

Having just spent some time in an airplane many thousands of feet above Planet Earth, I can attest to the fact–there are no boundary lines etched on the face of the Planet. Despite all of those globes and maps with neatly drawn lines demarcating where Canada is versus the USA, Illinois versus Missouri, it’s all... Read more »

How to Marry a Billionaire?

Once upon a time, in a pre-Mad Men America, a little girl with wispy blond hair and blue plastic framed glasses was in love with Walt Disney. Not the Walt Disney corporation; with the product–Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck–the usual suspects. A card-carrying member of the Mickey Mouse Club wearing her treasured pair of Mickey Mouse... Read more »
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    Candace Drimmer

    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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