At LA International Airport I introduced myself to the group that I would be escorting through Europe for the next thirty days. They were, as mostly they had come…
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The girl on the cover of the Hawaiian Air inflight magazine wears an expression somewhere between Bernini’s St. Theresa in Ecstasy and the leer of a porn queen. She…
The story of Jim’s bid to represent his country in the 2004 Olympics Standing on that podium, hearing the refrains of the National Anthem, Old Glory rising up in the…
An encounter with the Chinese English teach in Wuhan, China in Part I inspires a recollection of childhood days: My favorite playmate when I was a little boy was…
The news had just come over the radio as I lay in my undersized bed in my undersized flat in Hong Kong: Deng Xiaoping, China’s “great leader,” was dead.…
The most prominent and commented upon nose in the universe might just be the customized job sported by singer Michael Jackson. Oceans of ink have been expended speculating on…
Nothing quite triggers memory like aromas. Christmas memories are replete with them: pine wreaths, bayberry candles, a roasting Christmas turkey or goose, incense at midnight mass (or kids throwing up…
Today, a little something from the Travel Archives from 1988 (Yes! That is me and my hair in that photo): And Now for a Little Dirty-Dancing in the Desert One…
I hate liver and onions. Why I decided to order it in the dispenser of dysentery I sometimes ate at when I was in grad school in Syracuse has long…
Hey, all those signs saying “Bush Go Home!” “Bush the Butcher,” “Get out of Iraq,” and such that we have been seeing in TV the past couple of days –…