I don’t travel well. I usually schlep a carry-on, hat, cellphone, ticket, passport, pen, and book with me wherever I go and whichever form of transportation I take. Add a cappuccino, and movement becomes cumbersome. I have to think strategically, … Continue reading Near Occasions
Someone asked me the other day what Kenya was like. This past July I spent two weeks there for a business ethics conference with my daughter. This was the first time anyone asked me that question, and I had to … Continue reading Out of Africa
I used to check my bags. I travel often and had a couple of trusty standbys. One was an actual suitcase for sport coats and suits; the other was a beat-up piece of luggage that was off-color, olive green and … Continue reading The Year of the Carry-On
I just got back from a two-week business trip to Brazil and Uruguay. That may seem like a long time, but I was just getting the hang of spelling Uruguay when I had to take a plane home. Actually, it … Continue reading Slip of the Tongue
