We had a very successful trip to Russia. We made it back.
The only thing chicken about Israel is their soup.
The big difference in those days was that in England the Government subsidized TV, in America we work on TV so we can subsidize the Government.
As the colonel and I sat swapping stories in the plane, a jet aircraft buzzed past our window. I asked the colonel what type of aircraft it was, and he said, "Don't worry about it, Bob. . . if you can see it, it's obsolete."
There was nothing subtle about our landing. The pilot just pointed the nose at the ground and let her rip.
She spoke perfect English, which led to considerable trouble. She couldn't understand us at all.
Some people put us down. But I still haven't heard of any Americans trying to swim across the border into Mexico!
Sure, we did need the oil in America. How else could Dolly Parton get into some of her dresses?
My folks were English . . . we were too poor to be British.
The place was so British, I wouldn't have been surprised if the mice wore monocles.