Wouldn’t it great to be Bond, James Bond, if only for a little while? You know, the fast car, martini’s shaken not stirred, just another day of gun play for Her Majesty? Of course that job is already taken, but can we just pretend for a little while? No. Just try to drive around … More The Name’s Bond. James Bond.
This morning there is another story about someone in Arabia shooting at our ships. This isn’t the first time. About 220 years ago the United States faced seizures and enslavement of crews from it’s merchant vessels trading in the Mediterranean Sea. Congress appropriate money for the construction of six frigates to ensure freedom of navigation. … More Barbary Pirates Again
Summers in London seem to always feature that gritty diesel smell and taste in the mouth that is just more pronounced there than any other large European city. Forgetting the taste for a moment and checking my watch, I folded the copy of the Financial Times I had been reading, checked my watch again and … More Bond, James Bond