I can’t remember the exact year, it was either 1983 or 1984. It was our first trip abroad and London was our first stop. While I don’t remember the year I can remember so many other details about that trip. I certainly remember the excitement I felt from being in this vibrant city. I’m sure that we saw other tourist sights prior to going to the Tower of London, but for some reason, it is that place that has stuck in my mind all these years. I think it was that trip that kicked of a life-long passion for travel.
Because of these memories, I returned to The Tower this morning with some of Ray’s ashes to leave behind in a spot as close to the one in the picture as I could get. There have been a couple of spots along the way that have been impromptu decisions but this place was in my head before I ever left Los Angeles over 4.5 months ago.