Archive for the ‘travel’ Category

[Two of the blogger’s writing samples from childhood, the first written in Valle de Bravo (along Lake Avandaro in Mexico), the second on the plane ride home.  January 1969; I was five.]     People talking, people laughing, old house, dirty house, people whispering, dirty people, old people, music, Spanish, boys, girls, mother, old father, [...]


Deciding prior to my trip to Asia that I would take a second day off while here – though I felt the slightest bit guilty for doing so (the Lovely K will chide me for that) because of the cost and trouble to get here and why not work most of the time – I [...]


Not until I had been in Hong Kong a full 72 hours did I feel even halfway normal.  That was yesterday.  Today I sit in the ubiquitous locus of international coffee and social civilization, the Starbucks conveniently located near the Island Shangri-La Hotel, whose wireless service for guests I have tapped – not hacked – [...]


As the B-52s punch their words into my inner ear, “down, down, down…skedubidub…hrrrrr…ahhh..ahhhahhh…Rock Lobstah!” I recall a few minutes ago when a 20-something guy with a crew cut, backpack, and wild look in his eyes walks into the Starbucks on 76th and Columbus where I’m doing my evening news catch-up, drinking the requisite decaf, checking out [...]


On Singing Beach today, apparently there was an eight-year-old boy running around who was … under-clothed.  Grossly under-clothed.  As in, wearing his birthday suit.  The Lovely K, who tonight reported this at dinner, said she saw the father and that he didn’t seem to care.  She said he looked … European. I declared that any [...]



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