I’ve given up trying to write like Ron Silliman until Delta-2 on the trip home. However being transported seems to bring out the babble in me. Wrote this on the train last night so, just to share the sheer pleasure of the first hours of my first first-class experience, I’m going to post it. I’ve spent most of today out and about in Minsk—which it turns out is a most impressive and… Read More

Getting late. I am changing personas from ‘early to bed, early to rise’ to the ‘diller a dollar, a ten o’clock scholar.’ Just realized my total store of poetry seems to be nursery rhymes and Ron Silliman. A little horizon broadening may be in order—but can’t do that right now when I’m having a melt-down about all this coming time with…me. Tomorrow to Minsk. Whose idea was that anyway? I know even… Read More

Let’s see…how do I feel today about traveling? Maybe a little tired of it. Which is not possible since I am not quite half way through in time and not even close in distance. Maybe I like ‘visiting’ better than traveling? Two weeks in Minnesota and two weeks in Norway mostly with family, some small time on my own. It was perfect. Now after only a few days of just me just… Read More

It is 22:00 hours here at the ever so interesting Hotel Gutenbergs in Riga, Latvia. I am happy again after the bit of a downer that was the ferry over. Felt like the combination of the odd little pastry, wine and rocking and rolling ship contributed to the nausea I already felt when I realized I was basically trapped in one big duty-free/airport lounge kind of vehicle for the next 18 hours…. Read More

MORNING AT BENTLEYS; AFTERNOON FERRY TO RIGA There are little blocks of time here and there on every trip that are either wasted spaces or rest stops. It’s whether you’re a glass half-empty or half-full person isn’t it? I’m always trying—and sometimes succeeding—to be the latter…all because mom insisted I read Pollyanna. I booked a day over in Stockholm because the thing I most do not want to do on this trip… Read More