Conversations in Greece: Politics and Quiet Spaces
“Two hours in a dark room where no one talks to me.” That’s what I wanted after my return from…
“Two hours in a dark room where no one talks to me.” That’s what I wanted after my return from…
Maybe George Mallory had it right. “Because it’s there,” he is famously reported to have answered. The question being, of…
Being a traveler can be isolating. Sure, you’re out there on the road, interacting with local people in fascinating places…
Christmas-celebrating families all have their ways of making merry. Those members of my family who still speak to each other…
Not long ago, I was accidentally seated in First Class on a flight from Portland to Houston. Accidentally, because there were…
There’s a theory (you can look it up and read Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers) referred to as the 10,000-hours rule, which…
I lost my map of Dublin in the toilet of the restaurant where I ate breakfast. Or maybe I left…
I have entered an alternative Irish universe called Dublin and I don’t recognize it. At breakfast this morning at O’Malley’s…