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This note was originally published on September 24th, 2001 by UBS's Arthur Cashin:

On this day, in September of the fateful year 2001, America – and the world – continued to try to find some way to return to normal. There have been no comments since the atrocity on 9-11. All of our family and staff are safe, thank God. But my office was put out of commission. (It was across a small open park from one of the towers.) We hope to get back into it this week and – maybe – begin regular comments next week. A Few Personal Comments – A few years back the "New Yorker" magazine ran a whimsical cover showing how “egotistical” New Yorkers might conceive a map of the United States. Satirically it depicted the nation, with three-quarters of its focus on the island of Manhattan. Ironically, after the atrocity on September 11th, the nation’s heart, its concern, its generosity is disproportionately focused on New York in almost the same manner. Similarly, in each of our lives, the picture we view of the world around us would surely have had us as the dominant feature of the canvas. Yet after the tragedy of that Tuesday, with its image of victims and heroes, of smoke and tears; none of us shall see ourselves so large again. There will be room in that picture for others – many others. Valuing language and the words that give it shape, meaning and impact, I have always been fascinated by that special group who once wrote for the aforementioned "New Yorker" – James Thurber, Dorothy Parker, Robert Benchley, Alexander Woolcott and E.B. White and others. In simpler times (how foolish! Almost any time was simpler, safer, more secure)...let me start again.....my love for the writers that Harold Ross brought to the Golden Age of the New Yorker (and thus to the legendary "Algonquin Table") was to the comedic/satiric group. The events of 9-11 led me back to E.B. White. He was terrific, but given my satiric leaning I only loved or, at least remember three things about White – his marvelous book on writing style, his caption for a legendary New Yorker cartoon in which an obstinate kid, responding to his mom's explanation that what's on his plate is "broccoli, dear" says – "I say it's spinach and I say – the hell with it!", and – of course – his short story called "The Hour of Letdown" in which a computer built to play chess against a human, stops after the event to have a drink. (I'm not sure why I love that story.) Nonetheless, the atrocity on September 11th recalled another E.B. White essay. It was (I recall) written over 50 years ago, back when the UN was moving into Manhattan from its early life in "Lake Success" on Long Island.
Much of White's essay, written over a half century ago is filled with meaning and moment this day. It has recently been republished as "Here is New York", if you care to see more. Here are some of the things that bridge generations:
"The subtlest change in New York is something people don't much speak about that is in everyone's mind. The city, for the first time in its long history is destructible. A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumble the bridges, turn the underground passages into lethal chambers, cremate the millions. The intimation of mortality is part of New York now; in the sound of jets overhead, in the black headlines of the latest edition." "All dwellers in cities must live with the stubborn fact of annihilation; in New York the fact is more concentrated because of the concentration of the city itself, and because, of all targets, New York has a certain clear priority. In the mind of whatever perverted dreamer might loose the lightning, New York must hold a steady, irresistible charm."
"....New York is not a capital city – it is not a national capital or a state capital. But it is by way of becoming the capital of the world...."
"....Once again the city will absorb, almost without showing any sign of it, a congress of visitors. It has already shown itself capable of stashing away the United Nations – a great many of the delegates have been around town during the past couple of years..."
"This race – the race between the destroying planes and the struggling Parliament of Man – it sticks in all our heads." "The city at last perfectly illustrates both the universal dilemma and the general solution, this riddle in steel and stone that is at once the perfect target and the perfect demonstration of nonviolence, of racial brotherhood, this lofty target, scraping the skies and meeting the destroying planes halfway, home of all people and all nations. Capital of everything, housing those deliberations by which the planes were to be stayed and their errand forestalled."
Thank you, Mr. White! (Mr. White earlier in the essay noted that New York and New Yorkers – and all Americans – do good, do what they do, and have traditionally defied logic and their enemies by not only surviving but actually thriving. And all that was true even a half century ago.) A More Personal Thought – Many of us got out that Tuesday walking through streets onto which ash, smoke and business envelopes fell snow-like, blocking both your view and your breathing. Yet when a stranger was met, they were invited to join the convoy and offered a spare wet cloth (carried in pockets) through which to breath as they walked. When we reached the East River (Brooklyn side of Manhattan), there was a volunteer group of tugboats, fishing boats and mini-ferries that looked like the evacuation of Dunkirk. No charge. No money. Just – "May I help you!" No one got anyone's name. No thank you cards will be sent. But Americans – even New York Americans – who freely give to strangers but argue with neighbors were suddenly one group. In the days since, as we wander via new strange ways back to Wall Street, we all internalize the survivor’s quandary. We are lucky to be alive – but why us. As I noted on TV – none of us headed back to re-open the markets with relish or avarice. The President, the Governor, the Mayor and all officials asked that the markets re-open to provide a means for the economy to work – to unclog an artery. Day after day, traders, clerks and the thousands of folks who support them walked to work. No spring in their step. Resolute to do their job, they are civil but somber. As they pass checkpoints, they say "thank you" to the policemen, firemen, and National Guardsmen who may have lost brothers saving us and some of our friends. Ironically, the only smiles you see in Wall Street are on the photocopied photos of the missing that family and friends have taped to walls, mailboxes and lampposts. It may take a long time for smiles to naturally return to Wall Street. It may take a long while to find those criminals who took our smiles and our friends. But, we will have patience. As our President said – "We will not tire. We will not falter. We will not fail!"


Weather in Ellicott City, MD

...and in Betws-y-Coed, Wales
A °C/°F switch is at the top of the page.

A few miles west of Betws-y-Coed lies Mount Snowdon, which is the tallest mountain in the background to this webpage. Clicking here will take you to a webcam so you can see for yourself what the weather is like there.
{The webcam is situated at the top of Elidyr Fach, 2600ft (Grid:SH604613) just north of Snowdon, 1000ft higher (Grid:SH610544).
Don't forget to consider time zones; it could be dark in Wales even if it's not where you are}

By the way, you might like this old truism you sometimes hear from local people:

"If you can see the top of Mount Snowdon it's going to rain.
If you can't see the top of Mount Snowdon it's raining already."


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This Month's Story:

Brassed Off!

In view of the "Brass Monkey" weather we've been having here lately, I thought you may like to hear this interesting tale...
A man walked into an antique shop. He looked around for a while and then noticed a beautiful brass sculpture in the form of a rat. He picked up the brass rat and asked the shop owner how much it cost.
The owner said, "It'll cost you $100 for the brass rat and $1,000 for the story behind it". The man hesitated for a second and then handed over $100 and left the store with his brass sculpture.
As he left the store he noticed a little furry face peering at him from the gutter. A few paces down the street he saw another furry whiskered face watching him. As he walked further along the street he began to see rats everywhere. They were coming out of trash cans, running out of drains, dropping down from roofs. They were everywhere. He felt like the Pied Piper of Hamelin!
The man began to walk faster, hoping to get away from the rats but soon literally thousands were following him. He started running and tens of thousands followed him, running even faster that he was. He began to panic as hundreds of thousands of rats chased him. Then he noticed that he was approaching a river bank. In horror he saw millions of rats closing in on him and he had no means of escape!
He ran to the river bank and hurled the brass rat as far as he could into the water. He then watched with relief as tens of millions of rats plunged into the water and were drowned!
The man was really quite shaken by all of this, so he ran back to the antique shop and burst through the door. "So," the owner said. "You're back for the story are you?"
"Not really," the man said. "I was just wondering if you happened to have any brass politicians."


What's News:

The DGS "Lost Boys"

The following group of DGS Old Boys stays in contact via e-mails. If you recognise anyone, drop me an e-mail and we'll add you to the list.

          Peter Bradford—USA
          Bert Collins—UK
          George Craggs—UK
          Peter Denton—UK
          Alan Farrer—UK
          Peter Fittock—UK
          Dave Fox—Canada
          Keith Freeman—UK
          Mike Gray—Canada
          Ron Hickson—UK
          Graham Luck—Australia
          David Mitchem—UK
          Peter Newton—Australia
          John Pope—UK
          Brian Warren—UK
          Bryn Wootten—Canada


Take a look at
some of the more
notorious quotes from
former Vice-President
Dan Quayle


To see another
bunch of quotes,
take a look at
the web page of
Aussie Fibromyalgia
sufferer
Ricky Buchanan


Bet you'd just LOVE
to know what the strange
British custom of
Swan Upping
is all about.


I don't wholly concur
with Charlton Heston's
views on gun control,
but his views on freedom
in general, as spelled out
in his
Speech to the Harvard Law School Forum
are well worth a look.


Check out some
of the work
of the new
Poet Laureate
HM The Queen
recently appointed


Want a good laugh? Check out
recent winners in the
Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest


If you're Welsh,
Irish, Scottish
or English, and
can take a joke,
check out my
W.I.S.E. Remarks


Talking of the Irish, are you aware that my father-in-law, Justin, wrote a book on the History of the
Naval Armed Guard?
YOU CAN NOW ORDER THIS BOOK IN PAPERBACK



Talking of the Scots,
here's a wonderful chart showing the range of
flavours and complexities of the
various families of Malt Whiskies:
How do you like your Malt?


And talking of the Welsh,
have you heard of
the village in Ynys Mon
(The Isle of Anglesey)
that is fifty-eight
letters long?
Click here to see it.


And do you know what this is?


It's a Welsh Lovespoon, traditionally carved by a young man and presented to the girl he wishes to be his bride. Note the chain links and the ball in a cage, yet the whole thing is carved from a single block of wood!
    Click to see a selection of lovespoons


RECIPE ROUND-UP
With Easter fast approaching "I Could Write a Sonnet" about
Simnel Cake
an Easter favourite in Britain.
Spend "Salmon-chanted Evening" with
Salmon in Shrimp Sauce

Here's a recipe that uses any leftover Salmon you may have cooked for the above recipe. It's based on an Indian dish and is called
Kedgeree.
The recipe calls for Haddock but does suggest
that leftover Salmon may be used.
I must say that's the way I always make it.
The recipe uses Metric measures. If you're unsure of the U.S. equivalents, click here.
"The Science of the Lamb"
is applied in my recipe for
Shepherd's Pie

"Slow and Easy Does It"
My wife was so impressed with this dish, I hardly dared tell her how easy it was to make! I add my own signature to it through the addition of 2 Tablespoons of Tomato Ketchup or Paste and one teaspoon of Worcestershire Sauce.
"Marie's Easy Slow-Cooker Pot Roast"

One of our favourite Chicken dishes, and one that makes me look like a gourmet chef, is
Coq au Vin

Here's one that belies its name,
It is not Welsh, and contains no Rabbit!
Welsh Rabbit

And just like the Welsh Rabbit,
Scotch Eggs
were apparently not invented in Scotland! The London store of Fortnum and Mason claims to have invented them in 1738.

Here's an alternative version that doesn't require deep-frying
Baked Scotch Eggs


After our Paris trip we've become
hooked on crepes. Here's
a recipe for a lovely dessert
Crepes with Nutella

And here's a recipe for another dessert,
Summer Pudding

Finally, here's a recipe
for the "World Famous"
Cornish Pastie



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About Me—Hey, it is my page, after all!

If you're somebody who knows me you can check out the stuff to the left, and a few of the links I add from time to time.
If you're somebody who thinks you might know me, but aren't sure if I'm the right Peter Bradford, the following paragraphs will give you all the clues you need, together with an update on what I've been doing for the past several years.
If you neither know me nor think I'm that long-lost somebody you're looking for, just feel free to surf, learn a thing or two, send me a message and move on.

I work as a tutor at Mathnasium, a wonderful learning centre for kids who want to hone their maths skills.

My wife, Pat, was born in Texas and, like every Texan I've ever met, she's "Damn proud of it!" She recently retired from the world-famous Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland. The Johns Hopkins Hospital has recently been named #1 Hospital in the USA for the 21st consecutive year by US News & World Report.

I was born in the UK, part English part Welsh—the Welsh part is my heart. I was educated at Days Lane Primary School, Dartford Grammar School, The University of Nottingham and later at the University of London, where I received a Masters Degree in Solid State Physics. I moved to the United States over thirty years ago. We live in Ellicott City, Maryland.

I am a triple cancer survivor, having had a tumour on my right kidney removed almost 30 years ago, prostate cancer over ten years ago, and a brush with skin cancer more recently. Thank you everybody for all your prayers. And thank you God and St. Jude for hearing them.
It's strange; I'm not a Catholic, nor even a regular churchgoer come to that, but I have come to believe in the powers of St. Jude. If you click on the link below, it will take you to the St. Jude Shrine, which is right here in Maryland.


St. Jude Shrine

I'm a Mensan, and my interests range from Jazz to Motor Sport, from Cricket to Crossword Puzzles (cryptic only), and from Rugby to Crib—Cribbage here in the States. Don't know what that is? Check it out. By the way, there's a link at the bottom of this page to the Welsh Rugby Union web page.

Check out the book I have written, called BritSpeak. This attempts to explain to Americans some of the words and terms we Britons use.

Among my 'heroes' are Norman Anderson, Phil Bennett, Joshua Chamberlain, Graham Hill, Lt Col 'H' Jones (I had the privilege to work with 'H' at Warminster when he was a Major), Gary Sobers—the first cricketer to hit six sixes in an over. For you Americans that would be like hitting six home-runs off six consecutive pitches! Harry Beck, 'Professor' Stanley Unwin, Arthur C Clarke, Tenzing Norgay, and Sacha Baron Cohen. If you haven't heard of some or any of these, check them out, too.

Oh yes, and I enjoy a good pint of ale like you get at the Silver Plough in Pitton, Wiltshire. Pitton lies about 5–6 miles east of Salisbury and about 15 miles south-east of Stonehenge which is at the junction of the A344 and the A303.

Things I Like

I love to vacation with friends or family in coastal Maine or in a cabin in the mountains—but only if I get to take some creature comforts like my Jazz CDs with me.
I get back to the UK as often as I can, especially North Wales. Check out Snowdonia if you don't know it already.

Favourite Movies: Saving Private Ryan (Yes - it should have won!); Monty Python and the Holy Grail; Lady and the Tramp; Local Hero; Fandango.

Favourite Authors: Dylan Thomas; Bill Bryson; Arthur C Clarke; P D James; Douglas Adams; Stephen Ambrose*; Ken Follett; Isaac Asimov; Edward Rutherfurd and Leslie Thomas.
*Click here to sign a petition to award the Congressional Medal of Honor to "Band of Brothers" hero, Major Dick Winters
.

Favourite Time of Year: Fall—by a long chalk!

Favourite place to "Hang Out": My family room, or any "Pub" that serves a decent, fresh cask-conditioned brew in a 20oz glass at around 40-50 degrees!

My Favourite Music: I like "everything" from Mozart to Male Voice Choirs—Welsh, of course, like the ones you can hear at this website. Try "Myfanwy" (muh-van'-oo-ee). Ah, those top-tenors!

But although my heart lies in Wales, my soul lies in Jazz.
My true favourites are The Modern Jazz Quartet (MJQ); Dave Brubeck; Gerry Mulligan; Coleman Hawkins and Ben Webster. Being a drummer myself, I have many favourites on the skins, but best of all is Joe Morello.


Things I Don't Like

Officious Twits. Tomato juice. Any member of a group who across the board dislikes all members of another. Bagels. The modern trait of labelling or categorizing everybody: I feel people shouldn't be judged on whether they are male/female, black/white, young/old, Jew/Christian/Moslem etc. They are all just people. Most I like, some I don't, but it's the person I dislike, not the group.




Here are links to my favourite websites. Click on the titles to visit any of them.



My Favourite Site to Send e-Cards from
Truly, a Cut Above the Rest

Jacquie Lawson e-cards



Help Feed the Hungry

PLEASE visit the Hungersite, below. Just click on it, it'll cost you nothing, and could save the life of a starving child




Shop and Help a Good Cause at the Same Time

Many of the internet's most popular merchants—places you would patronize anyway—will donate a portion of your purchase payment to the International Myeloma Foundation*, but only if you enter their sites using the link below.


*The International Myeloma Foundation (IMF) is a non-profit organization dedicated to improving the quality of life for multiple myeloma patients while working towards prevention and a cure. The staff and doctors associated with the IMF are super, dedicated people. And the fellow patients and caregivers that Pat and I have met through our association with the organization are wonderful, too.


CricInfo

My only way to keep up with cricket scores. The game might as well not exist here in Maryland. I even get to listen real-time to ball-by-ball commentaries on-line through this site.

The Electronic Telegraph

Once again, my only way of keeping up with what's going on "back home". Plus I get to do the Telegraph Crossword every day!

Cribbage

I don't have any crib-playing friends or immediately available family members, so playing on-line is my only way of getting a game.

Bridge

Pat and I play a moderate game of Bridge, usually one afternoon a week with a group of fellow Seniors. To hone my skills we us the FunBridge program.

Snowdonia

This is where my heart lies. Wales at her most rugged and awesomely beautiful.
I've hiked around the Snowdon Horseshoe a few times, often with pretty cruel weather.

Where's George?

Do you ever wonder where that paper money in your pocket has been, or where it will go next? This is the place to find out!


Email Me

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Cymru Am Byth!

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