LONDON CALLING AND THE ANWER IS?

The wife and I answered to London calling for the third time.

For the second time we flew in on a big old jet plane, the other time was the Chunnel.

Call me historically haunted, but coming into town in the same air space as the Battle of Britain is quite a bit to process.

Flying in on a Boeing 787 powered by the same technology as the V2 rockets in WWII is a hard thought.

I didn’t know there was such a thing as the 787, but here we are.

One day I’m washing my dog and pulling weeds, the next I’m showing my passport and getting the stink-eye at PDX check-in.

BoomerPdx is a fast paced blog to keep up with, but if you do I’ll be posting from across the pond.

What would you like to see from England?

Not that I’m taking requests, but there’s a lot to see.

I’ll be focusing on Roman ruins and Industrial Revolution works from the early days.

And the people. It’s always the people.

My taxi guy said don’t worry about wearing a seatbelt, or not smoking in his car.

He encouraged me to light up a cigarette, to smoke a Cuban cigar for his pleasure.

“Don’t worry about American laws, over here we’re free.”

With all the smoke talk I asked him about the weed situation in England.

He answered with the classic Reefer Madness response of harm, gateway, and if you’re caught you go straight to prison.

So much for freedom and due process.

He helped his argument with examples of passengers he’d seen strung out on weed.

It was a solid take based on his own research.

I think he was so adamant about it because he’d seen the damage done.

People asked him about weed stores, weed boutiques; what they were asking their taxi man was where to score.

I think he knew, but it was his secret.

The only puffs with London calling are clouds in the low sky.