Is this the next generation of pubs?

Thurles: There’s a long table that starts next to the guitars, runs past non-fiction and ends near the children’s books on the back wall. A counter full of colourful knitting yarn separates it from the rest of the …

Is there a future for old-fashioned love?

It’s hard to miss Mullingar’s Just Books when you’re walking down the street. It’s even harder to leave once you’ve gone through their door. If the bulletin board full of neighbourhood notices doesn’t keep you occupied, there are …

Darwin never said it . . .

Charles Darwin never said survival of the strongest, he spoke of survival of the fittest, meaning those best able to deal with change and adapt to their environments survive. Have you seen many dinosaurs walking down your street …

Janus was the Romans’ two-faced god – but wasn’t a politician’s patron.

He was the god of new beginnings and perspective on the old, not selfishness and age-old greed. And my perspective on the past? It’s that we’re condemned to continue it, at least for the immediate future.  So…today I’ll …

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes…

Thank you – several million times – to all of you who’ve been following this blog for the past few years. If you also see it on social media, you’ve probably already seen some of its new features. …

Need drama? Drop the context.

Have I told you about the time I had breakfast with Bill and Hillary? And here’s another story I may not have mentioned: A few years back, Bolivia refused to let me enter the country. And, a story …

My Circle Game, redux

I just completed my census form. It gave me nice feelings of inclusion and completion. I like where I am, at the end of another cycle of life’s merry-go-round, beginning another lap. I’m home. My address here is …

Freedom!

NO MORE WHEELS – I sold them, signed over the title, stood in line at the DMV to turn in my tags, then called my insurance agent to cancel my auto policy. If I don’t have four wheels …

Paving Paradise – When the gringo trail becomes a tourist turnpike

“I remember when (insert place name here) wasn’t so crowded with sun-screened tourists following flag-waving guides while wearing their brand new white sneakers and color-coordinated new clothes.” It’s also before the local economy and standard of living improved …

Where nobody knows your name – or wants to.

There’s a bar in a town along the gringo trail where, if you’ve spent a few nights there over the years, the owner/bartender/every-other-job-doer knew your drink, your favorite snacks and where you’ve been. But he never asked your …