London Tube Fracas

I suppose to him I Iooked like working class trash.  With my broad features and dark, tired eyes maybe I came across as just another insignificant middle-aged foreign worker heading home from the night shift. And I admit, I hadn’t tried very hard that morning.  It was my day off and, focused on getting Renata … More London Tube Fracas

Canterbury

On the Feast of St. Stephen we traveled to St. Paul’s on the Metropolitan line, feeling just a wee bit awkward and self-conscious with our new backpacks and our homemade walking sticks.   After a few photos on the steps of the Cathedral we joined the other tourists for the midday Eucharist. A tall, unhappy-looking young … More Canterbury

Windsor

I lower the black plastic rubbish bag onto the rail platform and hear the familiar clink of glass, thinking how the other passengers must wonder at the strange visage of a well-dressed middle aged man carrying a large bag full of bottles. It’s past 11:00 in the evening and the good people of Windsor are … More Windsor

Ripples on a Pond

Everyone knows the metaphor of ripples on a pond, of the multiple and ever-widening influences of a single event, but no one ever spares a thought for the poor bit of rock sinking slowly into the dark, wet abyss. I think we’ve all been that individual at times, the consequences of our actions, good or … More Ripples on a Pond