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I rarely yearn for the homeland or wish that I were there. I haven't returned since the death of my mother almost two years ago, and I find it hard to imagine the circumstance in which I might - other, of course, than a desire to visit my brother. I must admit, though, that I thought differently this past weekend, and likely will be thinking differently over the next couple of weeks. The Olympics opening ceremony was sensational, the public excitement - after weeks and months of the kind of classically British moaning that helps keep me away - was palpable, and the games themselves, doping issues aside, promise to bring that unmatchable quadrennial excitement. Read More 
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Cabin on a Cliff

I'm looking forward to taking a break next month. It's my girlfriend's birthday so we're getting away for a while. This is where we'll be going. I am, to put it mildly, psyched.
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