When love meets the iron fist of Midwestern morality November 9th, 1989. The Berlin Wall is crumbling, and I’m sitting at LAX with a thirty-minute flight delay, watching CNN replay the same footage of Germans with sledgehammers. United Airlines is flying me from California through Denver and Tulsa to Wichita, Kansas. Four, maybe five hours… Read More The Chaste Plains of the Midwest
From Paradise to Freezing Hell So I’m back in Los Angeles, fresh off a two-month gig painting rooms at a youth hostel in Hawaii. Tropical weather, ocean breeze, the whole postcard thing. Paul, who manages a few hostels in LA, hits me with news: Brian – the guy who owns the whole hostel chain and… Read More Living and working in New York City
I Just arrived in Miami from South America and now I’m looking for a flight back to Europe. But then I hear of a severe tornado in Kansas and I wonder if I should call my friend Donna who lives there to see if she is OK. Have not heard from her for several months.… Read More Drive Away: Fort Lauderdale to Chicago
driftingvagabond.com 