Friday, October 23, 2026

Samuel and Grace are engaged!

We interrupt our usual programming for an important and wonderful announcement! Samuel proposed to Grace! And she said yes! We are delighted, excited, estatic.
The proposal occurred in Carmel, CA, overlooking the ocean on a beautiful October day. Grace texted me, "Sam just asked me to marry him! He is the most amazing person ever, so excited."
"May you build a home filled with love, laughter, kindness, and understanding. May you always find joy in one another, support one another through life's challenges, and build a wonderful life together." We're so happy to welcome Grace into our family!

London: Into the Woods; Much Ado About Nothing; Phantom of the Opera

In parallel with New York, London is a great theater town. We saw three shows in three days. Benjamin thought it a little excessive, but we did it anyway. Into the Woods is a new production of the Stephen Sondheim classic that turns fairy tales upside down. Staged at the Noel Coward theatre, we found it delightful. It was highly rated, and because it had just started its run, we could get decent seats. Points in its favor.
Then that British colleague of mine suggested a Shakespeare’s Globe performance. For 5-10 British pounds you can watch the performance as a “groundling” standing for the entire performance next to the stage. We thought paying extra to sit would be better. “Rent a cushion” said my British colleague. And we did. In Shakespeare’s time, you just had a hard bench. That hasn’t changed, but now you can rent cushions and blankets in 2026. Our performance was at 7:30 pm in mid-October, so we brought jackets too, as this is an open-air performance, just like they had in Shakespeare’s day. We saw a modern adaption of Much Ado About Nothing. By “modern” I mean the actors dressed like someone on the street today. But the language was all old English. The actors make it understandable with good phrasing and a lot of comic gestures. Actors frequently exited and entered the stage through the “cheap seats” which the groundlings loved. The groundlings, mostly twenty-somethings, were enthusiastic, to say the least. It added a lot of energy to the performance. Highly recommend.
Our last performance was The Phantom of the Opera. It’s been showing at His Majesty’s Theatre for forty (40) straight years, with a brief break during Covid. Forty years! It’s an opera within an opera and could not be described as subtle, with a flying chandelier that hovers over the audience and many other special effects and five bjillion costume changes. Benjamin thought it very Disneyland. The singers are opera stars and the dancers are actual ballerinas. The Phantom turned out to be tall man with a deep voice straight from the U.S. The lyrics were not as memorable as other Andrew Lloyd Weber musicals, but the recurring deep notes of an organ playing before the evil Phantom appears will get you every time. A nice mix for our three-day theatre feast.

Sunday, October 18, 2026

London: Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese

A British colleague suggested we visit an authentic pub, one that Charles Dickens and Samuel Johnson and even Winston Churchill frequented. It has a name that would draw any tourist – Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese – but unlike Disneyland it’s the real deal. Reconstructed in 1667, presumably after the great London fire of 1666, it is a mix of rooms and bars on Fleet Street.
We made reservations for the “Chop Room” which serves food and drinks, as opposed to just drinks. The Chop Room serves English dishes, like sausages on mashed potatoes, and fish and chips with mashed peas. (Aside: why must peas be mashed? I find them perfectly acceptable whole.) The dishes were probably eaten circa 1667, but I suspect the beer was not authentic. Due to an unfortunate alcohol tax mandated in modern times, we found our beers watered down. Think Budweiser. Benjamin expressed great outrage at this and Steven consulted his favorite LLM to discover what could be the matter. Meanwhile, a new waiter had forgotten to open the flue in the corner fireplace, and the Chop Room filled with smoke. Windows were opened, the fans turned on. But it was like an indoor campfire.
We were moved upstairs to the smoke free upper lounge, with wood paneling. Higher class surroundings, presumably. No time for dessert, as we had to dash to see a play at the Shakespeare Globe. Shakespeare’s Globe had to be rebuilt, but done up just as it was. (The city had to grant a special dispensation to recreate the thatched roof, the only thatched roof license granted after the great fire of 1666.) The Globe predates Ye Old Cheshire Cheese, so we went from old to older. But more on Shakespeare’s Globe in another post.

London: Tower of London

We got a late start on the Tower of London. After a very long London cab ride, owing to traffic, we entered, tickets in hand, to admire the dry moat surrounding this fortress/castle/amoury/prison. Soon enough our yeoman warder (aka “Beefeater”) arrived to lead our large group around and tell us a few jokes. Australians, Canadians and Americans were singled out; even a few folks from Pennsylvania (on account of William Penn being held here during the day).
Our warder had a spiffy uniform (NOT to be confused with a “costume”) and a loud voice. He’s been leading tourists around for 22 years, following retirement as a noncommissioned officer in the British armed forces. He lives on the grounds with his family, which is equipped with a doctor, chaplain, and pub. I presume his apartment comes with the job, which sounds like a deal to me. (London is not a cheap place to live.) While I later learned relatively few prisoners were executed on the grounds, up the hill from the Tower was a big public execution site, where thousands gathered to witness beheadings of traitors and others who displeased the monarch of the day. Once the head was off, the executioner held it aloft for the cheering crowd, then it was impaled on a spear and displayed to the public whilst ravens pecked out the eyes. (Our warder told us this with some relish.) Queens had the privilege of being beheaded within the grounds, away from the jeering crowds. This included several of King Henry the VIII’s wives.
Within the tower grounds are several museums. Let’s start with the Crown Jewels. No picture taking in this exhibit, so I’ll throw some in from the Internet.
Here you have the world’s most ginormous diamond, The Cullinan (3,106 carats), which was cut into nine separate huge diamonds. One is now included in King Charles’ sceptre, plus some equally massive rubies and sapphires. And oh, some crowns. You pass by the crowns on a conveyor belt, lest you should want to linger.
And here’s an object most would not expect, a three-foot wide, 546 lb. solid gold punch bowl that can hold 450 bottles of wine. Queen Victoria used it for banquets.
Next to the Crown Jewels exhibit is the Fusiliers’ Museum. These were the guards of the Tower, a regiment formed in 1685 by order of King James II. Here I discovered that David Ben Gurion served as a Fusillier in the Jewish Division before founding the nation of Israel. This is something I did not know.
Next up was the White Tower. When completed in 1100, it was the tallest tower in London. Built by William the Conqueror, it was both garrison, prison, munitions storage, and palace. Now it is given up to one of the oldest museum exhibits in the world, a display of royal armor.
Here you can see Henry VIII’s armor as a youth, and his famous armor as an older fat man, with its prominent cod piece. You can see the royal toilets on the top floor, called “garderobe”, part of the palace for earlier kings.
Here too you will see an accounts ledger that is a meter high, listing inventory and tax accounts and such from 1675 to 1679. It was discovered in storage in 1914, all 914 pages.
You can spend all day at the Tower, walking the ramparts, seeing torture implements, learning about the zoo (spoiler: the elephant didn’t make it) and other fascinating bits of history. Great views of the Tower Bridge too. Tickets required, but no timed entry. Come and spend the day.

Thursday, October 15, 2026

London: Westminster Abbey

Minster means “mother church” and West just means West. Westminster Abbey sits on a former swamp on the former outskirts of London. Founded by monks sometime before 1000, now in 2026, it is a huge tourist attraction, but also a working church, a tomb for thousands (3,000 to be exact), and where kings and queens have been crowned since 1066. We visited around 2 pm, when much of the crowds had dissipated.
Our first stop was the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee Galleries, opened quite late in the abbey’s history in 2018. These galleries sit in the triforium, aka attic, . Formerly storage, they now contain effigies of kings and queens and other important personages and 300 other treasures collected over a thousand years. Of particular interest to me was the death mask of Henry VII, used in his funeral procession. Compared to the wax faces of other royal effigies, I felt I could get a measure of this man. Though perhaps he looks so serene because he has just escaped his earthly burdens.
As the Galleries were closing, we headed downstairs to the main level, where 17 monarchs are buried, plus thousands of others with talent or money or both. You need a catalog and a week to track everything, so I’ll just provide a few examples that caught my attention. First, the plumber buried in the cloisters, Philip Clark. He died in 1707, age 43.
Or Edward Mansell, eldest son of Edward Mansell, Sr., "dyed" in 1681 in the “15th year of his Age.” I appreciate that the young and the lowly found a place at Westminster Abbey. Of course, the famous of their own doing are here as well. Sir Isaac Newton warrants a magnificent statue, but famous physicist Steven Hawking’s ashes are nearby too.
We also saw the tomb of Edward the Confessor (died 1066 and first builder of the church), and Queen Elizabeth I, who is stacked on top of her half sister and nemesis, Bloody Mary. Queen Elizabeth I’s effigy is based on her death mask, with a regal and prominent nose.
We also spent some time at the Poet's Corner, where many men and a few women of letters are buried or commemorated. Geoffrey Chaucer inadvertently started the trend. He was buried in Westminster because he managed some of its affairs, not because he wrote Canterbury Tales. Here you see Benjamin and Steven standing in front of his coffin. Shakespeare has a nice big display, but is buried in Stratford upon Avon, his home town. Charles Dickens is buried here. Samuel Johnson and Ben Jonson are buried here. (Ben famously said, "two feet by two feet will do for all I want" and he is buried vertically at Westminster.)
Most evenings, there is Evensong at 5 pm and we did see choir boys enter the Quire, which is kind of a church within a church where the monks held private services. We were able to hear a few practice chords of their exalted voices. Here you see Steven perusing the floor of the Quire before this performance, to study the gravestones embedded in the floor.
Before we exited, we also got a look at the Coronation Chair, built circa 1300. It's a rather plain wooden chair that has some antique graffiti and missing parts, but is pulled out for coronations regardless, most recently for Charles III, crowned in 2023. You will be overcome with the history of the place and a semester of study to fully prepare wouldn't hurt. But if you can't get in the semester, go anyway. You will find something unexpected and fascinating regardless.

Tuesday, October 13, 2026

London: British Museum

After a ten hour flight Saturday afternoon from SFO we arrived at Heathrow airport this sunny morning. As we exited, the air was filled with perfume in Terminal 5 from all the perfume shops, and a woman sweeping the floor wore a purple work jersey that proclaimed she was a "Hygiene Operative." Unlike the many airports I've been to, Heathrow does not cater to secondary languages. All was in the King's English. After catching up with Benjamin, who'd arrive separately from Dallas, we took the Underground Picadilly line to Russell Square on a busy older train that definitely had us feeling like we were in a tube. Once checked in to our hotel, it was a four minute walk to the British Museum. If you've been to the Met, then you have an apt comparison to the British Museum. Both amazing and overwhelming. While the Met has more rooms, the British Museum appears to have a respectable 90 rooms. We had two hours to get to some of the "don't miss" items in the collection, which our museum map helpfully laid out.
This included the medieval masterpiece, The Holy Thorn Reliquary. Small and intricate, it was a tour guide top draw, so we couldn't manage to see the front view due to the number of human bodies surrounding it.
But we were able to get good views of the Lewis Chessman, carved of walrus tusks circa 1150. The carvers had a sense of humor. The chess pieces are rather cheeky, to use the British phase.
Then we stumbled on the Sutton Hoo Helmet, a rare Anglo Saxon helmet, probably worn by a King. The actual helmet was reconstructed from fragments, but from the reconstructed version, you can tell how special it was. The helmet and the boat he was buried in were discovered in 1939 by a private land owner and amateur archeologist, Edith Pretty, somewhere in the English countryside.
We then took a detour to the see the Egyptian mummies, because well, that's mandatory when you visit the British Museum. Two rooms full of mummies. An overabundance of mummies. Everyone and their uncle was in that room (it was Sunday afternoon, after all), and it would take some studying and doing to fully appreciate all these mummies. One intriguing display was of poorly done mummies from the Roman era. They didn't have the technique quite right. In a far corner were also some cat mummies. Plus some naturally preserved mummies and one young man beaten, thenthrown into a bog. Then off to see the Rosetta Stone, the key to deciphering hieroglyics, and a pretty big statue of Rameses II, the famous pharoah that would not initially let Moses's people go. The British Museum is free, though donations are encouraged. If you have a week, you may be able to see all it offers.

Tuesday, September 8, 2026

Ferry from Helsinki to Tallin, Estonia

If you live in Helsinki, you're only 51 miles from Estonia. Of course, it's over the Gulf of Finland in the Baltic Sea. We decided against swimming it and took the Tallink Ferry instead. The ferry is a beast of a vessel, as it transports cars and other cargo in addition to people.
Steven got us "Business Lounge" tickets at a reasonable upcharge which allowed us to board early and exit first, and included an Estonian buffet and beverages in an very uncrowded lounge. We used the two hour journey to attempt to read Finnish newspapers and look at the duty free catalog. (The catalog was entirely in English; all other magazines were in Finnish or Estonian. One of the chief distinguishing factors between the languages is that Finns love very long words with lots of vowels, and Estonians can get by with shorter words. Our Estonian friends in America say many words are the same, but pronunciation differs, and one should never assume the languages match up, even when you think they should.) While enjoying our lunch, I learned that the Swedish King, Harald, had just died at a ripe old age (not as well publicized in the states), that Nepalese immigrants were picking blueberries in the wilds of Finland, and that the Swedes and Finns were cooperating militarily. Oh, and there was an interview of a medical examiner, which I elected not to read. How did I do all this? Google Translate on my phone of course. I expect to never learn Finnish or the related Estonian. I have to use tech to bridge the gap.
One cartoon caught my eye, as I could plainly read the word, "Trump." Loosely translated it says, Trump has changed many place names, and many have called him Names too. Or something along those lines.
We left promptly on time and arrived promptly on time in the capital of Estonia, Tallin. In the drizzle, we ordered up a Bolt ride share and arrived at our Nunne Boutique Hotel on the edge of Old Town. (Nunne translates to "Nun." Easy to remember.) Not too late to explore the historic medieval city before dinner. But that's another blog post.