Osama wasn’t in my backpack full of photography gear in the Dallas-Fort Worth domestic terminal. The TSA agent was unflinchingly polite, but all the same, I was irritated when she pawed through my bag. I’d just arrived from Santiago, Chile. I’d been in the airport for an hour or so, that time spent in customs …
Blah blah blah, don’t you hate it when people tell you how busy they are? Like you’re not, like you’re just sitting on the couch watching reruns of The Golden Girls and eating cookies. I know you’re busy, which is why I’m surprised you make any time at all to read Nerd’s Eye View. And …
You know what they’ve got on the highway between Seattle and Eugene? Dinosaur rock, that’s what, and plenty of it. And if you are of a certain age, you may find yourself singing along with all the Eagles songs in that one rock block and wondering, also, what the hell was Fleetwood Mac on, anyways? …
Heads up! Our travels to Portland, meals, stays, activities and such, were covered by Travel Portland. “We like to make fun of you in Seattle,” I told our indulgent guide. We were standing outside one of Portland’s food card pods eating Bosnian burek, a spinach and feta stuffed pastry. “See, you’re cooler than we are. …
“Seasickness: at first you are so sick you are afraid you will die, and then you are so sick you are afraid you won’t die.” — Mark Twain “It’s the price of admission.” Clemens, the penguin guy, and I were talking about crossing the Drake. He’d told me that his daughter gets seasick something terrible, …
The plan was to see the Museum of Precolombian Art, get some lunch downtown, and then, do a bit more museum time elsewhere. I would head back to Eileen‘s place after a good wander, and then, later that afternoon, we would go to the Hilton to meet my friend Andrew, who had serendipitously arrived in …