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  • June 1, 2018

    I Caught The Eye Of The Groom In The Brussels City Hall.

    [Only a part of the Grand Place.] Unaware Americans. Yes, that’s who we were when we arrived in Brussels. Yes, that’s how I felt when we arrived here. Mapless. I need to know the urban geography of any place I am in.  But, I had no idea about this city.  Changing the B&B we left…

  • May 31, 2018

    An American In Brussels

    Trust me. I can say a few words about how this grey-haired man is exhausted from what is only the early days of his European Tour. I was there, every minute…waiting for the train in Bruges and sitting in the hot humid air of Brussels Midi station wondering whether he should jump into a taxi…

  • May 28, 2018

    Bruges Makes Me Sad

    [Mariam and her husband after dinner at the Market Square.] Occasionally, during your life you arrive at a destination that forces you to hold your breath, for too long, and then exhale with an audible gasp. Your heart can hold off on a beat and then give you an extra pump. And a part of…

  • May 27, 2018

    People Watching: Our Final Night In Paris

    If you are a frequent reader of my posts, you will probably have noticed that I like to make up stories about people and things I don’t know anything about. The pleasure, for me as a blogger, is that I’m not bound in by only what I read or hear.  The type of posts I…

  • May 26, 2018

    The “Popcorn” Man

    [The Street Vender. Photo is mine.] At first I thought he was selling a popcorn necklace. He would walk up and down the rows of diners, whose tables (here in Paris) always face the streets. And he would peddle his “popcorn” necklaces to those at the tables that were closest to the sidewalk. Yes, I…

  • May 24, 2018

    Street Scene In Paris

    [Paris is a city of light and charm.] It was our first day in the City of Light. Getting there involved subjecting ourselves to a subtle form of modern torture.  We were taking a “red-eye” from JFK to Paris.  We flew American Airlines because we’re addicted to air miles.  I won’t tell you how many…

  • May 22, 2018

    So What Does A Man Do?

    Okay, you read my last post. You know how males hormones can get out of control. Am I right? So, what did I do after we got to the hotel, and after we met my son and his girlfriend?  I did what every red-blooded American male lover does. I went to a topless bar down…

  • May 21, 2018

    Our Dream Trip: So What’s All The Fuss?

    [Photo source: Google search] It began as an ordinary rainy morning in Albany, New York.  We stayed over at a Marriott to break the trip a little and to get a fresh start for the final leg.  To Manhattan and drop off the Budget rent car, get to our hotel on W. 35th St., and…

  • May 16, 2018

    A Rare Journey

    [Windermere, England. Photo credit is mine] On May 22, my wife and I will board an American Airlines flight to Paris.  This is not something new.  Every few years, we travel to Europe (mostly Paris) and end up with friends in Dorset, England. Nothing so very earthshaking about this.  But, there is something different about…

  • April 28, 2018

    It’s A Girl!

    There is this girl who  my heart and she calls me Daddy. –Anon. [My Little Cowgirl] I got the call when I was assembling computer components at a bench in Building 18, IBM Endicott, NY. Actually, the manager took the call.  He came over to my work place and said that there was a message…

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