I moved to California in 1978. John and his wife Phyllis became my family. They welcomed me and whomever I brought over, a successive series of girlfriends, my future wife, Donna and of course, our children. Their home became our place of warmth and love through successive crises, celebrations and holidays. This blog celebrates and honors my love for them and an investigation of art from a very subjective point of view.
Friday, June 12, 2009
The Tube Strike
Ok, my photo for this one is a line of buses- on Oxford Street- all stopped. Our second day was the beginning of the Tube (or Subway) strike in London. We are staying in a lovely little flat in Holland Park, Kensington. We began this day (June 9, I believe) walking from the flat across Kensington Park in the rain- Hyde Park then caught - a certain changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace. I was told that it was the real changing of the guard but a shorter version. But the guards changed! I got on film!!! Well digitally. And several carriages and fancy horses and military men marched into Buckingham Palace. It was an hour delay on our walk- I am not particularly fond of the Royal Family but exciting nevertheless.
We continued our walk to Picadilly Circus- check that on a London map- a good distance. Then a bus for about a mile and we came to St. Paul's. Again, luck was with us. We heard an incredible vocal group from Ottawa, Canada. In St. Paul's the sound was gorgious and erie at the same time.
We walked then in and around Soho and Bloomsberry and head back to Holland Park, the long way. Took an extra few blocks north to Westminster University, a little south again. Donna and I figured that we walked 10 to 12 miles. Maybe someone could check that.
I must go now. Donna is waiting for my phone call.
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