An emerald sedan sped past with a black man standing in the passenger seat—the yellow feathers of his headdress streaming out the sun roof. “Follow that Indian!” Glen swung a quick U-turn on Rampart Street, the northwest division between the French Quarter and the Tremé—the nation’s oldest African American neighborhood. The car now headed east …
It would be wrong to say I’d done nothing in January. We went to Vancouver and to Richmond for my birthday and to do research for a story. I have been jamming, hard, with the band, and doing my share of woodshedding, and learning how to say things like “jamming hard and woodshedding” without sounding …
As I tentatively climb the stairs to the women’s entrance I worry about what I am getting myself into. A public bath? All by myself? I don’t speak Turkish and I really know nothing about the culture. I’m nervous. A bell tinkles as I open the door and enter into the quiet, inner alcove but …
The Khongoryn Els, Gobi desert, are some of the largest and most spectacular sand dunes in Mongolia. Rising as high as 200 meters, the dunes are 7-8 kilometers wide and about 100 kilometers long. Climbing the dunes is breathtaking, not only for the view at the top, but for the song the sands sing while …
My first gig with The Castaways is January 29th at C&P Coffee in West Seattle. If you want to keep up with us, we’re on Facebook. We also have a website with brand new audio clips.
She was shaking. I thought she was cold. It was less than half an hour before sunset. I’d already snapped a picture or two of the group of girls mooching about the old Roman theatre at Sebastia. The incomparably knowledgeable and insightful George Rishmawi had been guiding non-stop since breakfast time atthe other end of …