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Reader, Are You Out There?

Are you there? Is anyone reading my posts here on this website? I ask this because I get no feedback on this site and will happily close it down if no one is reading me here. Every Sunday morning I post these same stories on Facebook and LinkedIn and LOVE comments. But no need to use up my time posting here if …. if … there’s no one visiting?
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French Fried

Years ago I lived in Paris with an artist, how cliché! We shared a ground floor apartment (read: lean-to) in a courtyard of perpetually damp buildings. The entrance was the kitchen and also the bathroom with a half tub covered with a plywood board. The roof was corrugated plastic so that during rain storms, it was deafening. The toilet was hidden in a cramped closet and here we nailed shelves and stacked them with bo
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Mouthful

Join me please as I trip down the incomprehensible trail of proper nouns. I ask you this, what is with the peanut? When I owned my hill in southern Colombia I grew peanuts, not on purpose, they managed to grow themselves springing right out of the ground. My only contribution was to sit amongst them, and eat them, raw and delicious, despite the local’s many ways of roasting them or crushing them into ‘but
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On The Trail

My NYC pal Spencer glommed on and the three of us trickled south along the Honduran coast. Turned out Spencer was repairing a splintered heart. He got no sympathy from sullen Ivan. One day at a restaurant on a beach Spencer and I shared lunch as we watched Ivan strolling in the surf, inevitably swirled by excitable kids like gulls around a fisherman’s haul. Spencer, the grandson of an American President with his own
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Lost & Found

I WHILED AWAY A fortnight on Ambergris Cay in an unadorned room above a liquor store. Still I was restless and I took a short flight to the mainland followed by a long bumpy bus journey westward to northern Guatemala. Here I roamed an archaeological park and scaled the partly excavated pyramid of Tikal. Oversized stone steps covered with heavy mosses and loose rocks and slowly I clambered as far as I could go until I
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Of Cycling & Cyclones

Long ago, withering in NYC, I suddenly remembered my friend from high school with her own island in Tahiti. I tracked her down and invited myself. “Sure,” she replied, screaming down a fuzzy phone, “All you’ll need is a bicycle!” I was surprised I hadn’t figured this out sooner. I planned on staying the rest of my life. Giddily I resigned my job, gave up my apartment and tossed out my belongings. I invested in a red
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Full Circle

The day began with a chilly mist and a liaison with a trusted friend to discuss business. The business of my private life. I’ll confess the talks went better than expected. Including a walk on pink paths under arches of iron laced with vines and everywhere tall palm trees and snoozing dogs. As with opening any door another door, different shape and size, reveals itself directly behind the first, and on it goes. In th
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Where Are You From?

‘Where are you from?’ This is a question posed by strangers, meant innocently I understand, but one that gets on my nerves, mostly because it is exasperating to have repeated this conversation ad infinitum. Here’s how it, reliably, goes: Q: Where are you from? Me: I’m from New York Q: No you’re not! Me: You know better? Q: But you have an accent! Me: You must be a musician with such a fine ear
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Stone Cold Winter

Winter weather is one of many reasons to move to Key West. Writers thrive here. Made famous by Ernest Hemingway whose legend is steady like a patron saint. Tennessee Williams spent far longer here, and later the likes of Truman Capote and Tom McGuane, and onward the list of venerables goes. Oddly, this winter even Key West has been chilly. Still the tourists come, searching for succor. Tourists are identifiable, besi
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