My First Thanksgiving: A Missed Train, a Cold Slice of Pizza and Man Named John
This year, I experienced my very first Thanksgiving. But I wasn’t in America. I wasn’t even in London. Here’s what happened. I was in Birmingham for the first time with work. On the way back, I ended up missing my train, so I walked to Birmingham New Street station to see if I could catch another. I walked through the brightly-lit... Read the rest of this post...
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