
… well, I did… but we didn’t have any conversations about anything… and if we did… they certainly weren’t illegal… wait… what is collusion again, exactly?

… well, I did… but we didn’t have any conversations about anything… and if we did… they certainly weren’t illegal… wait… what is collusion again, exactly?

I took her to the children’s museum in downtown San Diego…

Because, you know, her parents just had twins, and they need a break.

And we had a pretty good time.

It took me a long time to do that one.

Yes, I know that isn’t my daughter, Mollie. That is the Queen of England. We saw her.

In fact, we saw the whole Royal Family, except for the new princess, who was too young to be brought out.

We chased the Royal Family down the Mall. They were in fancy carriages.

Right after we watched the Queen review the troops on her birthday… one of her two, yearly birthdays. You would know all this, if you went back two years ago, and read all about our European adventures.

You could try using the search bar thing, and typing in stuff like: ‘the queen’ and ‘royal family’ or ‘London’, ‘Paris’, ‘Germany’ or whatever.

You could also type in: ‘James Bond’… because we saw them filming the climatic ending for the Bond movie Spectre.

But the best part of the trip for me was hanging out with Mollie. She was 16 then, on her first trip to Europe. This and the next picture were taken on one of our adventure walks, where we get up early and have an adventure… hence, the name.

We were in a small town in the English countryside, staying with our cousin, Dot. I bet very few Americans have ever walked on that path.

But, to see the light in your kid’s eyes when they see something special for the first time…

That is priceless.



Well, I am almost done with this series.

No, I am not re-explaining what this is all about.

Go back and read the first post in the series.

Better yet, go back and read the entire adventure… two summers ago…

I mean, these pictures won’t be in all those dozens of posts.

Because Mollie wasn’t 18 yet, and my wife didn’t want her on the blog.

But now she is… and she is…

Even though she wasn’t when these were taken…

If you see what I mean.

I am exploiting a loophole.

I hope.

I would never be that shellfish…