DREAM

This was a difficult question for me as I don’t usually love cities. So I thought I would talk about Vancouver, the city I moved to on January 8, 1976. I had quit University in November, and decided I need to move to a different city to be “independent”. I remember my aunt drove me…

I don’t find it that easy, but I’ve found my way back to post. Anyway, the post on Pamplona was by me. I can’t see that it identified that. I’ll remember next time to put my name on. Everyone I know on this list has interesting stories to tell even if not as far away…

I’m not sure why I was there really. I had no desire to see a bull fight, but I was en route from the Basque city of San Sebastian to Madrid by train. I was alone because Carmen Gloria, my Chilean feminist revolutionary friend, was supposed to come with me, but a few weeks before,…

Almost exactly 30 years ago I arrived at the Jakarta airport at midnight, all alone with my art easel and a backpack. I needed to find an inexpensive place to stay and sat thinking about how to accomplish this. I had my travel books of course but… I looked across the baggage claim area and…

So, one of many first thoughts….is that possible? To have many first thoughts? Oh well. One of my ideas after noticing how often my conversations with friends (essential to daily mental health while enjoying the pleasures of my apartment) turn to Coronavirus and related complaints (mine mainly) is that we need to have other topics…