Pool, Pubs, and a Place to Keep Growing

Last week I was playing pool with some of the teens where I work. I was thinking about how I learned to play when I was their age. There were days when dad would be at his local watering hole, The Golden Fleece. My friend and I would tag along, drink tropical fruit juices in…

12 Days, 100 Miles

Little jars of chicken paste and other meaty sandwich spreads are what I remember being in the fridge for weekend lunches when I was a pre-teen living in the south west of England. We would spread the contents onto soft white or brown bread and further make a paste in our mouths before complimenting the…