I woke up on my birthday in Harare, Zimbabwe. A quick run, breakfast, and the taxi was ready to take me out to a safari day camp about 40km from the city. We got stopped twice by cops - I think a face like mine looks like "MONEY" as they see us pass, and they want to...
Dad came to DC in September for a reunion of sailors from the U.S.S. Hornet. Dad's in the upper right corner, the classy looking one. I heard stories... these guys have lived a lot. I never knew Dad was an electrician working on the gyroscope of the ship. There were...
I love, love, love Buenos Aires, with the food and the wine and the people and their outrageous accents, like characters in a Fellini film. Here I'm sitting at a beautifully laid table, awaiting the pouring of the vino. And there it is! Wine has left the bottle. The...
Waiting for the bus is disconcertingly normal after being transported to Buenos Aires this evening. I'm outside the Avalon theater in Washington, DC, but just exiting the theater means I was just "somewhere else." A good movie can steal you from time and place and...
Most of the people I know work too much. The workweek is far more than 40 hours - more than 50, probably more like 60. It's not like we're attorneys who are making well into six figures our first year out of law school, either. But it's not just dedication. It's...
Back in Washington. Now that I'm a blogger, I'm obviously required and trained to notice the differences between life on the road for work, and life at home. Here are some contrasts: In DC: I go online, pay some bills, read the newspaper, send some e-mail - usually...