Friends

I have been missing for a week or more this time, mainly because an old friend has been rather poorly, and last Thursday he died peacefully at home. Harry was a good old friend, and I shall miss him, I used to spend many an hour playing "grumpy old men" and putting the world to rights with him. He had just passed his 83rd birthday, so, as people say, He'd had a "good innings". His son Gareth is preparing an Obituary, which I will publish here in due course.

On a lighter note, this morning I had a pleasant walk with another friend (and of course Jay the autistic Spaniel) we chatted and tried to put the world to rights. In chatting, mainly about the decline of the English language, I remembered a little story which I will relate here.

A businessman arriving in Boston for a convention found that his first evening was free, and he decided to go find a good seafood restaurant that served Scrod, a Massachusetts specialty. Getting into a taxi, he asked the cab driver, "Do you know where I can get Scrod around here?" "Sure," said the cabdriver. "I know a few places... but I can tell you it's not often I hear someone use the third-person pluperfect indicative anymore!"