Category: London

Death of the Routemaster…

OR, for real danger, now you’ll have to go to Mt. Etna It rains in London a lot. Sometimes it just mists, or mizzles, or drizzles. Other days it showers, teems, pours, tips down. In any case, it rains. As a result, quite often, the pavement is wet. It can just be foggy one early…

If you like pina coladas…

Frances and I were coming home from the West End recently, about 10:30 or so, on the Bakerloo Line. We were chatting in our normal voices — louder than most Londoners would shout if they saw the number 189 bus careening toward their dear old granny but much quieter than my beloved and now-deceased Uncle…

C’mon everybody… follow me to The Lost Summer!

Well, for those of you that wondered what happened to Colin and I this summer, here is a photo montage, not necessarily in order… very much like the European history you studied in high school, there was conflict, drama, invasions, unheaval, and Van Morrison concerts at stately homes. Enjoy! Bob, Amy and Colin in the…

Three Reasons to Have Children

In July, when the Barnes family left Lawrence, Kansas to visit us in London, I discovered three really great reasons to have children. The Barneses are our friends through Colin, my husband. Colin and Bob Barnes worked and played golf together in Kansas City. Bob and his wife, Amy, know each other because they are…

A familiar fear for an American in London

Published in The Kansas City Star, July 9, 2005 By ELIZABETH G. HOWARD Special to The Star LONDON — For the first few hours after the four explosions Thursday, it felt creepy, awful and horribly familiar. The BBC tore a page directly from an American news channel textbook: repeating the images of the decapitated double-decker…