Idaho today. Gone tomorrow.
The roads in Uganda suck. Constituents in my old supervisorial district in California used to complain to me about potholes, but frankly, they never met
“They pray a lot in this country but nothing ever gets done.” Overheard (and purposely unatttributed) in Entebbe Someone once asked me what I’d like
Tap, tap, tap. “Good morning, Ma’m.” I struggle to wake, remembering the last time I was awakened from a deep sleep in Doha, only this
Being in Uganda is marvelous. Getting here was another story. A good one this time. As Ron and I checked out of the hotel in
An unfamiliar electronic tone from the nightstand next to me came first. I shrugged it off. Another tone, and I noticed the message light on
“Oh dear! I’d see that as an omen,” said the lady in the luggage dept in TJMaxx as I tried to decide which suitcase to buy to
Dispatches From Out West 