Mac history
byThese are the Mac laptops I never sold or gave away. Three are in current use. One is a backup. The others have occasionally…
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Ragged right
byCoogee Beach, Australia— I spend a lot of time on our hotel balcony because the view is spectacular. The weather is glorious and the…
Necessity is the mother of…
byCoogee Beach, Australia—From our hotel, we walk around the corner to The Globe for “brekkie” every morning. We’re regulars on the stools at the…
My 2008 travel stats
byMid-08, I noted my travel stats year-to-date. Here’s how the year wrapped up. I made 105 takeoffs and landings during the calendar year. I…
Criminal on the loose
byWhy am I compelled to run outside every time I hear the police helicopter hovering over my house? If there’s a criminal on the…
Choosing the right luggage for constant travelers
byFor very frequent travelers, the right luggage is vital. Bob and I have used aluminum Zero Halliburton luggage forever. It’s heavy and expensive. It…
My travel stats
byI’ve made 69 take-offs and landings so far this year. There will be nine this week. I’m holding reservations for 27 more this year—so…
Bambi + Las Vegas = stripper
by“Bambi? In Las Vegas? Really? Are you a stripper? [Guffaw.]” If your name is Bambi and you live in Las Vegas, these, apparently, are…
Release gripes
byI did not intend to dwell on random negativity here, but when I came across this sign a few days ago, I took it…
A better way to celebrate birthdays
bybirthday invitation to my family and friends: please join me in opting out of the birthday-present tradition. Why do we deserve presents on our…
Guilty as charged
byAnd the charges are: against him, breaking and entering; against his sister, poisoning by E.coli. It started with a loud thud in the dead…
Souvenirs
byAs Bob and I travel the world in our role as thiefhunters, we hang with outlaws and shady characters. The Tiger Lillies sing songs…
Debauch
byTerry, on a slow and controlled Orwell kick, quoted a couple of paragraphs on debauchery. I guess considering it was 1946, Orwell can be…
Feeding security-types
byEver the facilitators, Bob and I hosted dinner for a few security types the other night. Attending were Jo and Willy Allison, who put…
Looking up
byMy Mac’s power cord is stretched taut. I’m on my patio on a glorious spring day. Just a little too windy for my taste,…
A map of quivering jelly
byIn school, I didn’t pay much attention to geography. This pretty much fits the American selfcentric stereotype. I did eventually learn the difference between…
A cultural gaffe
byI’m a world traveler, right? A “jet-setter,” some say. No arrogance here — just a fact. So how did I make such a cultural…
Criminal on the loose
byEvening. A sudden, deafening heartbeat jars my bones, and a vague anxiety revisits. The helicopter is back. Hovering low, its searchlight swings over my…
Stalking a moving target
byPreface, part-a, Travel Advisory If Bob’s and my first priority is putting pickpockets and con artists out of business, our second is to encourage…