Ten years ago today, my father Bill Cadzow passed away after a steady decline due to dementia and a short bout with pneumonia. It seemed sudden, but not unexpected. It was his last wish to have his ashes scattered in Loch Indaal, an inland bay of Islay, the southernmost of the Inner Hebrides islands off…
For those of you who are my age, do you ever feel that life is passing you by? I’ve felt that; life just seems to have flashed by so quickly. It doesn’t seem that long ago that I was in my 20s. The truth is I’d just forgotten many of the details of my life….
My father was a newspaper photographer for many years when we lived in Scotland. One day he was assigned to cover the demonstration of the new Aston Martin at a track near Glasgow. The driver that would take them around that day? F1 star Peter Collins… Collins, his friend Mike Hawthorn, Tony Brooks, and the…
In 1970, I was a fourteen-year-old who’d just been bitten by the car racing bug. When my new friend, David Sampson, took his Scalextric set out of it’s box — that was it. I was hooked. My Dad was a former news photographer and when he started taking me to car races, he couldn’t resist…
It was like meeting an old acquaintance you hadn’t seen in a long time: someone who reminds you of a different time and place and brings a smile to your face and warmth to your heart. It was among my late mother’s last possessions and I recognized it as soon as I saw it…
Glasgow redemption – after Thursday night’s shenanigans (read about them here), Friday was a new day — a wet day, but a new day nonetheless. (Would it really be Glasgow without rain?) We had planned to meet my cousin Lindsey in town and Jackie had an art appointment later in the day — but I…
Some of you asked about my Facebook posts Thursday night and what made me so disappointed in my hometown of Glasgow. Well, either I’m getting old and senile or Glasgow is more difficult to navigate than it was in the past. I’m hoping it’s the latter. We had just spent several days driving through the…