Lots of time to spare? Fly Norwegian Air!

I was lucky, others weren’t. When Norwegian Air cancelled three trans-Atlantic flights on the same Friday, following a series of similar cancellations all in the same week, they put us all on a Belfast flight, promising… Read More

It’s summer. Who are all these people in ski parkas?

OK, even though we’ve got palm trees, Ireland hasn’t been near the equator in 300 million years or so. Thanks to continental drift we’re far enough north these days for a lot of 17-hour summer days… Read More

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lug.

There’s a particular species inhabiting European bus and train stations. I first noticed it way back when I first hit the travelers trail many many years ago: Small young women, usually around five feet tall, bent… Read More

Are we better than our garbage and rubbish men?

Or are we just performing a different but equally valuable role in our society? (At least we should hope that our role contributes as much as the sanitation workers’.) Disagree with me? Then you’ve never lived… Read More

What’s the point of traveling?

We’re all tribal. We like to hang out with people like ourselves. [Duh…] When we travel outside our tribal territories – be they family, social, job or something else – do we gawk, point and tell… Read More

Walking with Rod Serling

No, not in upstate NY. Been there. Done that. It’s Derry, Northern Ireland, where I stayed in Bogside. I hadn’t planned to make this a trip into the past. Or into myself, either. It was just… Read More

Hello Edinburgh, I must be going. I’ve stayed too long, but not long enough.

Places like this can be comforting. I’m guessing they can be claustrophobic, too. I love finding them now, but wonder what it would have been like to grow up in one.

Dateline Amsterdam: Life in interesting times.

Amsterdam. The weather here makes Ireland look and feel like a sunny tropical paradise. But I like it anyway. I limited myself to a single museum/tourist draw per day and wandered the neighborhoods for the rest… Read More

Do radio songs trigger your memories?

It’s been covered enough so you’ve probably heard it. The first time I heard it was after I’d had my encounter with a policeman for sleeping on a subway. (I was sleeping, not him.) Way back… Read More

I remember Barney

Barney is an Australian farmer from somewhere w-a-a-y north of Melbourne. He’s a nice, very decent guy. When he’s on his meds. Without his meds, he was my tentmate in Africa for a three weeks. As… Read More