Edinburgh — Peterborough – Cambridge — Peterborough — Edinburgh We boarded the train with two backpacks, my butterfly bag and George Bailey-Penguin, our travel mascot. I like train travel, and have come to accept the sometimes not-so-faint whiff of piss as part of the journey. This time, I ignored it by reading Three To Get Deadly and eating chocolate-covered popcorn. One hundred and fifty pages and an empty bag later, we arrived in Peterborough to catch the train to Cambridge. …
After Thanksgiving, I waxed nostalgic about canned pumpkin. My friend who writes at Calypte’s Scanner Diary, told me where I might find some. And today, Sarge comes home from Christmas shopping with two cans of this lovely stuff: I like how the light is shining on the can. As if it’s been sent by the Gods of Canned Pumpkin. Or my Nana.…
