It’s pretty remarkable, and gratitude-inducing, to note that what was once extraordinary in my life has settled into something of a routine. This occurred to me as I approached UK Customs at Heathrow Airport. What I used to think, and probably still should, is “Holy crap, I'm in the UK to see soccer!” Instead I…
Long before my 2016 trip to Bristol, on the southwest coast of England, people were confused as to my reason for being there. It’s not that Bristol lacks interest – in fact, English people seem to all agree it’s young, hip, lovely and worth a visit. I had found the same thing the day before.…