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Zurich Airport – 6:30 am . I am certainly the only person, this darkest morning of the year, in flip-flops here. Though I have added socks as a warmth and fashion upgrade. Last night, even though I was about five miles closer than usual, I missed the solstice lunar eclipse.…...

It’s hot here. Really hot in the afternoon. And it’s dry. The Fall rains skirted Athi River. But it’s also December 6th. And here as elsewhere, that means it’s time to start memorizing lines and rehearsing the Nativity story. I happened into this in the boys’ house today when I…...

Some stuff you can do here that you can’t do there. Hetero men can walk hand-in-hand here. You can pile in the back of a pick up with ten of your friends and go for a ride. And you can put finger to nose without fear of a Seinfeld bust.…...

Hello All, Life is settling into a rhythm here. School, homework, meals, domestic chores, singing, skullery, and skullduggery. Here’s a little look at some pysical activities one fine late afternoon. You might want to do some stretching before you look so you don’t strain something. . . If you see…...

Sometimes the rhythm of days really feels like rhythm, something you could dance to. It doesn’t hurt, I suppose, when there are a bunch of ready dancers at hand, for whom a day is a world. We’re lucky here that way. . . . Bobby Freeman’s, “Do You Wanna Dance”…...

The kids started school Monday, a little later than the rest because of the discomfiture of the recent events. But they were fired up. Decked out in their very smart Mutungoni Academy uniforms, they looked a lot like future leaders or astronauts, or whatever it is that young kids with…...

Schipol Airport is a working model of a nice world. Clean lined furnishings, cordial Dutch efficiency, places to rest and work. It’s well-oiled and orderly. I was there, unexpectedly on my way back to Kenya a few days ago. There had been a robbery at the property. A group of…...

Like many true stories about long journeys, much gets lost in the telling. But in all good tales, what remains is worth the telling. This one started a long time ago when people and their hopes were young and uncomplicated, and some of that true story has already been told…...

The which we were hardly able to do, when the truck with the forty foot container inched its way through our red oxide gate. It was like a relative…one you like…showing up just before grace at Thanksgiving dinner, whom you believed still to be in Suriname. The long, tortuous bureaucratic…...

A couple of days ago, I sorted out a problem with my US bank account, spoke to my daughter, listened live to the last inning of a Giants game, got a recipe for potato leek soup, lined up three business meetings, and fiddled with the website. Then I got out…...