When I was in high school, I watched Korean soaps on educational television. What began as a general curiosity became a form of entertainment that slowly introduced me to another culture. A new episode aired every weekday, always ending with a cliffhanger due to a grand revelation or a confrontation. As the years passed, my interest gave . . .
My impending loss of air miles was the crucial factor sending me on a 48 hour trip to Salt Lake City. In those two days, I learned about the three different types of people who co-exist there. The first were born and raised in Utah, and they are restless, bored, and tired of the monotony. The second are mostly tourists, college graduates born . . .
St. Thomas U.S.V.I & Tortola B.V.I
Prior to arriving in St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands, I was less than thrilled. My imagination conjured up hordes of Americans lumbering out of cruise ships to the music of Bob Marley while looking for t-shirts with St. Thomas across the front, young ladies getting their hair braided, and everyone in the mood for a Caribbean experience . . .
I've had too much to drink.....no regrets in that thought. My best was given, but I am no longer a young man and proved it by praying to the porcelain god and throwing up. My prayers in moans and heaves were not good enough. Seven pints, eight shots of whiskey, and an Irish Car bomb (a mixture of Jameson, Bailey's, and Guinness) went down . . .
I felt like I had dropped off the map. Few sounds and nothing in the distance; quiet like the flickers of a detached reel of film failing to spool. Without the pale colors of my view, I would have assumed that I was still just waking up. The light was like Mars, but not as warm: muted browns, earth tones, natural, and calming. Other travelers . . .
I was not alive during the Vietnam War yet we have all seen it's repercussions: veterans carrying both mental and physical scars from their tours of duty; families unable to become whole after being reunited with family members; children whose remains were never found after going M.I.A.
To say that this is the war that broke the United . . .
State of Victoria
Hard not to reminiscence about my first visit to Australia. Smiling, I remembered how green I was lugging a huge brown suitcase through New Zealand and Oz the first and second of the many countries I would explore in subsequent years.
About 10 years passed between my first visit and my second return inspired by a promise that I would . . .