Author: Churchill

Oh Brother, where have you gone? Your blue eyes sparkle so bright In my memory, but mine see no light. Have you left this world, or just withdrawn? . The Mooners grieve, do you hear our wails? Our cries met with a slient, dark shore. Spirits and smoke comfort us no more. We try standing…

Well-mannered young men are taught to let a lady pass in front of them. But is this really polite? I had a boss many years ago, an older, charasmatic Englishman who seemed straight out of a Dickens novel. Once when we were taking an escalator on the way to a meeting, he told me a…