Category Archives: N. America

Zipping through the roller-coasters of San Francisco, sitting in a burnt orange 1970 Dodge Challenger RT, I caught a large grin in the rear view mirror. After five days of dark clouds and intermittent light, the sun had smiled at us. … Continue reading →

7:45 am. I am standing backstage, watching over a 100 singers from all walks of life,  pouring cups of coffee, hugging each other and warming their throats. We’ve been told that if you are in San Francisco on a Sunday … Continue reading →

Today, I had dinner with a Paleoanthropologist. I’ve never put the words ‘dinner’ and ‘Paleoanthropologist’ in the same sentence before. But if there’s one good reason why I am living out of a bag, away from my family, eating gout inducing … Continue reading →

San Francisco has a bad cold. Its wet and congested. It has been sneezing all day. I’m going to give San Francisco a big dose of Vitamin C and a glass of cognac. This morning we drove to Balmy alley in … Continue reading →

I woke up with a crick in my neck after unsuccessfully trying to get some sleep on the plane last evening. Damn you Continental Airlines. But a sublime cup of coffee  picked my spirits up. . After the bright sunshine … Continue reading →

We’ve been on the road for three weeks but it feels like three months. Travel stretches time. Pills and immortality treatments may still be a pipe dream but filling the days with new and unexpected experiences seems like a good … Continue reading →