My mother is famous for saying, during the worst of times: “You know, there is humour in everything – you just have to look for it.” And yeah, when you are looking at the remains of a car that you had one payment left on, which some 16-year-old with no insurance just turned into something…
We hear it every day. On social media or during quick trips to the shops. Someone is bound to say something like: “Really, does anybody know anyone personally who has had this Coronavirus?” “It’s just a mild flu. This lockdown stuff is overkill. Nature will sort it out.” Well, I know someone that has had –…
Ah, the holiday season. Or Christmas season, if you prefer. I have no desire to open that silly can of US worms, so call it whatever the hell you want to. On the first day of Xmas One of the fun parts about moving around the world is discovering that holidays are celebrated differently by…
My little Danish house sits just across the street from a daycare centre. When the windows are open, the breeze often carries over the laughter of the children from the playground. When my own kids were still little enough to be there, I could hear them joining in. As is often the case in Denmark…
Challenger blew up 30 years ago last month … a moment most Americans remember like it was yesterday. Assigned to cover the story, it was an opportunity to make my mark on history, but in the end, it was more that the shuttle that crashed that day. Let’s just say it wasn’t my finest hour…
I attempted to teach my son how to switch over to snow tyres when we got a bit of snow a few weeks ago. And much to my shock and dismay, I discovered that modern vehicles come with neither a spare nor, more importantly, a damn jack, and instead just some lame-ass pump that is…
I try in this column to be universal and not too American-centric. But with Democratic US presidential contender Bernie Sanders gushing like a 13-year-old with his first crush about his love for Denmark, my Yank pals back home are filling up my email box and social media feeds with: “Hey, what gives dude? You…
Greetings from Los Estados Unidos. The reminder from my esteemed editor that this column was due came while I am chasing the wispy dream of songwriting success in Nashville, Tennessee. Yes, I am in the American south. Where traces of barbecue sauce are measurable in blood samples and the giant golden teat of the McDonald’s…
15A familiar scene in many films features a family planning their summer holiday. Dad sits at a table covered with maps and colourful brochures from amusement parks, mountain resorts and historic locations. And then Mom, Dad, Junior and Miffy and Muffy (the twins) cluster together and consider each destination until a family consensus is reached…
Okay, it seems kinda unfair that an old salt like me would take shots at the low-hanging fruit piñata that is DSB. Like poking fun at Justin Bieber, it’s just too easy. But … Leaves on line (not time) Since my knowledge of finance is limited to whatever is jingling in my pocket at any…
Here follows an open letter from a reluctant Facebooker. I wish to thank my esteemed editor (in advance) for allowing me to use this month’s column to send a personal message to all of my Facebook (friends)… Time to face it Dear Facebook pals, I am an older guy. I have a Facebook page because all of the marketing gurus say I need one these days to…
My daughter Savannah is a musician. God help her. The poor kid never had a chance. I have been beating my heart against music business walls for the better part of my nearly 60 years and Savannah’s mom is the best non-performing musician I know. I used to hear her playing a wooden recorder through…
