Category Archives: Travel

Cross Country 1996

March 9, 2023 – 8:21 am

In August of 1996 I left Bali for America. My good friend Slim met me at LAX in her Studebaker Lark. On the way to Hollywood the native Californian told me that she had fallen in love with an artist in New York.” “That’s good news, except it’s 3000 miles from here.” “I know and […]

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AROUND THE WORLD – Anne-France Dautheville

March 3, 2023 – 2:54 pm

In the 1990s I drove motorcyles across Bali, Java, Sumatra, Malaysia, Thailand, and India. Once I straddleed a 250 ATX Honda above Chiang Mai. A dirt road led west into the maze of dragon-backed ridges. Somewhere to the west lay Tibet. There was gas in the tank, however entering the Golden Triangle was dangerous for […]

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BOXING DAY BLIZZARD by Peter Nolan Smith

December 26, 2022 – 2:18 am

December 23 2010 was my last day of work for the holiday season. Richie Boy and I had worked three weeks solid. An extra hour was added to the schedule in hopes of last minute shoppers. There were none. Jewelry was x-ed off Santa’s list this year, although Richie Boy held high hopes for December […]

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ZOMBIE DREAMS by Peter Nolan Smith

December 6, 2022 – 11:52 am

Back in 2009 Brock Dundee hired my driving services for a road trip across the Midwest. The Scottish filmmaker was seeking out the statues of a dying Irish sculptor in Middle America. His plan was to video the works and then film the artist seeing his works for the last time. My boss at the […]

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Journal Entry – November 10, 1995 – New Delhi

November 10, 2022 – 3:18 pm

After visiting Delhi’s famed Red Fort I crossed the Yamuna river and wandered through narrow streets of a working neighborhood. A choking cloud of motorcycle exhaust overwhelmed my lungs. The workers of the small machine shops ignored my presence and the sun beat through my clothing to broil my skin. There was no refuge until […]

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