“My imagination begins to roam the Milky Way.” When we are at home and alone for a moment, our minds delight in the memories of our travels. It is late and Stephanie is with our grandchildren, so I am going over my pictures which I have taken on various stays in London. I am a sentimental person–a silly ol’ fella, and the memories of being in places I enjoy seem to remain with me a very long time. In spite of a life of wonderful opportunities and experiences, I am at heart a rather simple person. I think we often define ourselves in our dreams. When we are young, we wish to be famous and prosperous, but as we grow older we are happiest with objects and memories that remind us of our life’s voyages. A bit hungry, in a big house that is very silent this evening–only the dog and I holding fort, I am remembering the wonderful times I have spent having breakfast or a salt beef sandwich at SCOTT’S in New Row in Covent Garden, talking to friends, meeting those I have never seen before, and talking about the issues of the day. I love the London drizzles, the damp stones under my feet, and an umbrella in my hand–and always with my camera close by. This evening, I am homesick for another trans-Atlantic flight, a full English breakfast, and my favorite table and chair just inside the sandwich shop’s front door. I love to hear the owner greeting all his many guests who are hungry for one of his wonderful sandwiches but more for one of his funny cockney jokes. Often, I don’t understand them, but I do know the feelings. Our travels create such wonderful memories which often result in a bit of homesickness–if we let them. Maybe it is better to pull out our suitcases and plan another trip. And by damn, that is what I am going to do for the rest of this evening. I am hungry for a salt beef sandwich at SCOTT’S on New Row in Covent Garden, a very old street indeed. And I shall have one soon!
Thomas Moore email: TMooreSr@me.com Telephone: 801.791.9918
