(With apologies to Erica Jong.) You could say that the whole dreary business began at around elevenses on a Wednesday in the spring of 1982. Occupying the aisle seat of a DC-9, parked at the Pan Am gate of Will Rogers airport in Oklahoma City, I waited to take off on a short flight toContinue reading “Fear of Flying, part 1”
Category Archives: autobiography
Clusterf**k
So. How’s your week been going? If you’re a regular follower of this journal, you may have noticed that this week’s edition has been a bit slow in coming. (That’s just a rhetorical flourish, of course; no one actually reads this thing on a regular basis. Not even me.) A glance at the photo aboveContinue reading “Clusterf**k”
Coordinates on the Vertical Axis (aka, Highs and Lows)
We’re roughly halfway through our Euro vacation with the extended family – mostly through the Italian leg – and a spell of stinky weather has providentially allowed me some downtime to catch up on my current travelogue. Here at the outset, then, allow me to introduce the dramatis personae for the voyage: Coordinates in theContinue reading “Coordinates on the Vertical Axis (aka, Highs and Lows)”
Royal Mile
[Note: Since Carol and I are going to be on the road for the next couple weeks, and I’m not sure what sort of network monstrosities we may face along the way, I’ve decided to mine the travel archive from my Feckless Abroad blog to keep things going in the meantime. In honor of theContinue reading “Royal Mile”
All Our Yesterdays
This past Sunday, Carol and I went to nearby Malestroit to catch the last day of the town’s annual Medieval Days celebration. When we lived in the US, my wife and I were big fans of medieval/Ren fairs. Unlike the States, though, which feature an unseemly dearth of thousand year old monuments, Europe is quiteContinue reading “All Our Yesterdays”
Fears
I think it was the flying monkeys that really got me. A recent discussion online brought back to me a memory of the time when I was, I dunno, maybe six or seven, watching The Wizard of Oz on TV by myself. This was in the days when most televisions (including the one I wasContinue reading “Fears”