This flag hangs in the John F. Kennedy Library in Boston. I wondered if the space in which it hangs was supposed to represent the gantry of a spaceport, since it was President Kennedy who set us the task of going to the moon. I was told that it wasn't, but I like to think of this flag as hanging over the launchpad to tomorrow.
A friend insisted that I visit the Getty Gardens when I was near LA last week. I think this is what he was talking about.
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A year ago I was visiting with my family in southern Illinois. Her dining room table could hold its own with the Skagit Valley of Western Washington State.
York is one of the possible homes of my Bates ancestors, and I wanted a souvenir from my first visit there in 2005. A selection of small crystal Christmas tree ornaments in the window of a shop kitty corner from York Minster caught my eye. I love my collection of ornaments, and I thought this little guy would fit right in. I bought him, stuffed him in a sock for the journey, and that Christmas he made himself right at home.
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A little greenery from a summer day in Bath to take you through the dark. Somewhere near here, Elizabeth Bennett refused Mr. Darcy.
The Firth of Forth, seen from the battlements of Edinburgh Castle. A lot of cities have cleaned off the smoke and grit of the centuries to become new, beautiful cities in the 21st Century. But I rather like Edinburgh's patina of peat fires, cannon smoke, and the blood of the likes of Macbeth.
They say in the Orkneys that one day the wind stopped blowing and everyone fell over. I hope nobody missed the rainbow.