You would have so much more experience than me, Chris, but I am glad this resonated. I will never forget going back the first time in the mid 90s to find how much more varied food was. It was especially the quality of veg and bread that blew me away. Then again, the fact people no longer queued but were a moving scrum at train stations was less encouraging.
First, a very happy Thanksgiving to you, Bud and all your readers.
I had to laugh as your post reminded me of when I was in fourth form (9th grade) for a year in Mansfield, England. My classmates always thought I was ‘packing’ a gun and they didn’t believe me when I said I didn’t ride a horse to school (they really thought everyone rode horses to school in Texas!). I still miss the lunches we had (‘family style’), especially the custard! England is definitely a different place these days than from the 70’s.
Early mornings must be the time when all the best things happen. I have fond memories of my time at NDU and how it ruined me of thinly veiled commentary when there was serious thinking to be done. Strategic thinking. But the most important and intimate moments of that year occurred in your office over coffee (me) and tea (you) and the turning over and over again of ideas and concepts that will forever stay with me. So, on this day, I am supremely grateful for you and the investment you made in me. I count those times as a most treasured memory.
You would have so much more experience than me, Chris, but I am glad this resonated. I will never forget going back the first time in the mid 90s to find how much more varied food was. It was especially the quality of veg and bread that blew me away. Then again, the fact people no longer queued but were a moving scrum at train stations was less encouraging.
The feeling is 100% mine as well. And I have Patty’s basket for potatoes. You are the best
Hi Cynthia,
First, a very happy Thanksgiving to you, Bud and all your readers.
I had to laugh as your post reminded me of when I was in fourth form (9th grade) for a year in Mansfield, England. My classmates always thought I was ‘packing’ a gun and they didn’t believe me when I said I didn’t ride a horse to school (they really thought everyone rode horses to school in Texas!). I still miss the lunches we had (‘family style’), especially the custard! England is definitely a different place these days than from the 70’s.
Early mornings must be the time when all the best things happen. I have fond memories of my time at NDU and how it ruined me of thinly veiled commentary when there was serious thinking to be done. Strategic thinking. But the most important and intimate moments of that year occurred in your office over coffee (me) and tea (you) and the turning over and over again of ideas and concepts that will forever stay with me. So, on this day, I am supremely grateful for you and the investment you made in me. I count those times as a most treasured memory.