An American Abroad
I call wherever I'm living "home" no matter where it is. But when I think of home at Christmastime, I think only of Toledo, Ohio. It's where I spent my first 21 Christmases and, years later, where I spent 15 Christmases with my sons. Those memories … [Continue reading]
On December 23, 2018, Lori and I drove from Toledo to Dearborn, Michigan for a wintery evening of Christmas cheer. Our destination was Greenfield Village, a part of The Henry Ford Museum of American Innovation, a sprawling institution that includes … [Continue reading]
I met up with the hiking club at a supermarket in Santurce on a beautiful Sunday morning. We were a far-flung group of eight mainland Americans, two Puerto Ricans, a Mexican, a German, and a Panamanian. I climbed in the back of a truck and we … [Continue reading]
This is the ARA (Armada de la República Argentina) Libertad. She's described as a steel-hulled, full-rigged, class "A" sailing ship that serves as a school vessel in the Argentine Navy. One of the largest and fastest tall ships in … [Continue reading]
Last Christmas, my girlfriend gave me an Ancestry DNA test kit. I was delighted. I spit into the tube, sealed it up, and mailed it off. When the results came in a couple months later, they showed west European and Scandinavian heritage, both of … [Continue reading]
One of the joys of living in San Juan is that there is no shortage of scenes. There’s a street art scene, a rat rod scene, a food truck scene, a Jeep scene, a punk scene, a cocktail scene, a surfing scene, a baseball scene -- and a motorcycle scene. … [Continue reading]
The road from Condado to Old San Juan rises near the edge of a steep cliff. You can follow the road the be among the tourists and the swells and the middle class people who make the old city their home. Or you can follow one of the walkways down to … [Continue reading]
When Hurricane Irma hit Puerto Rico a year ago, my employer made a generous offer to all of its employees. Instead of sweltering in our darkened homes, we could all go to the Condado Vanderbilt Hotel and stay there on the company's dime. Most of our … [Continue reading]
I drove a 40-minute diagonal across Antigua from southeast to the northwest and parked my rental just outside a guard shack at the entrance to the Hawksbill Beach resort. "Are you a guest here?" the crisply uniformed guard asked me. "No, just here … [Continue reading]
Every Sunday evening in Antigua, there's a party at Shirley Heights, a restored 18th century British military lookout that affords a spectacular view of English Harbour. I got there after 5:00, in time to see the sun set and the sky change from blue … [Continue reading]
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