Idaho today. Gone tomorrow.
…So tonight I’ll put on dark shades to minimize my exposure to bright light… take Melatonin at 8 and try to sleep… and on it will go. By the time I arrive in Uganda, Friday the 28th, I’ll be ready to be In To Africa…
I suppose there are still lots of things that could get you killed in Africa: accidents on the highways, wildlife in parks, Ebola, anti-American terrorists, and petty criminals among them, but I believe the promise of adventure and following after curiousity outweigh those. As the Professor is fond of saying, you can just as easily get killed right here at home.
3:30 am. Awake. Reassuring myself it was only a dream. I had taken on a role in a play with seasoned actors who had rehearsed
Recently I posted a riddle on social media. It went like this. It was a 4-jab day. Typhoid. Yellow Fever. Hepatitis A and B. Where am I going?
A few months ago, I turned sixty-six, something I never dreamed would happen. It wasn’t that I thought I’d die early. I just never visualized
I realize this is a provocative post. It’s not one I offer lightly but as a way to declare and distance myself from what no longer serves me. And while you may or may not agree or care, I hope it gives you cause for pause.
Dispatches From Out West 