Monthly Archives: June 2011

Sipping from my 75 cent beer, I watch what I now believe to be one of the prettiest places in the world slowly float by me. As a child, I spent summers in Yosemite National Park; during college I explored … Continue reading →

Laos, I will miss you. I will miss the haunting sound of drums and gongs at 4 am from the temples: a mystical, dreamy way to wake-up. I will miss the way the people of your town give morning alms … Continue reading →

I have never seen rain come down like this in my life.  The drops are as hard and heavy as hail, falling to the earth in the proverbial “sheets” or “buckets” or “cats and dogs” . . . whatever you want to … Continue reading →

Dear Daniel, my brother, my apologies for the way this blog exposes certain graphic  elements of our childhood.  It’s necessary, and you’ll appreciate it. We’re moving down another hill in the “King of Buses,” (no really, that’s the neon painted name on … Continue reading →

Imagine the rolling hills and sharp mesas of southern Utah draped in a rainforest.  Imagine grass roof houses resting on stilts above rice paddies and corn fields. Imagine coconut trees and grey skies patched by sunlight and blue.  Imagine a … Continue reading →

As I dropped into our seat on the long-tailed motorboat I looked around to see the orchestration of tourists.  We were in the first of many mini-buses filled with site-seers arriving to explore the “traditional,” “authentic” floating market.  Yes, I … Continue reading →

We’re cruising in and out of traffic on a brisk Bangkok morning.  Early from a flight that chased the night for 17 hours, our pink taxi, and the hundreds we pass that blur the same color, gently remind me that … Continue reading →