Dave Nalle has been a magazine editor, freelance writer, capitol hill staffer, game designer and taught college history for many years. He is now a pro-liberty political activist and designs fonts for a living. …
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who cares...I didn't see brits or americans mourning the casualties in fallujah. oh wait, they were darkies
You didn't look closely enough, then. I saw many mourn the innocents who lost their lives in Fallujah, caught in the crossfire between those who want to see them live in freedom, and those who want them to remain enslaved to Islamic fundamentalism or dictatorship or both.
Millions of American and British citizens desire freedom for all peoples of any color.
Spoken like a true enemy of humanity and civilization...
Well, that certainly was callous, Googo. I think most of us mourn any loss of life.
But my point here is one about survival. If a place is worth living in, if it has a soul, it will live on despite whatever horrors are visited on it. London will endure.
Dear Dave: I am a Chicagoan who as a 10-11 year old lived at 42 Maida Vale. I attended Barrow Hill School and then William Ellis grammar school. I hanker to visit London, to see my old stomping grounds, and wonder how Londoners now relate to the residents of two other cities I've lived in--Jerusalem and Tel Aviv--where, alas, public transport has been frequently targeted.
As a child in the mid-60s, I had complete freedom to raom the city, and my parents didn't worry a bit. I can only imagine that those days are long gone.
Wow, I missed this comment the first time around. Did Aaron actually say he lived in the same building as me in roughly the same time-frame? Bizarre encounters of the internet...
Given everything that's been going on lately old boy, you might even have lived in the same apartment, slept in the same bed and used the same bloody toothbrush.
But yes, it's a great place all right, especially since Maggie Thatcher got the punt. I too have a nostalgic desire to return to London (or England, more specifically). Earl's Court, though, of course, and beautiful Kent - and the disgraceful pubs of Fleet St (which are sadly no longer full of mad journos).
And it'd be an even better place if it wasn't chock full of chooms :)