I Amsterdam
For a city renowned for its dip into sin, we were there for the pastries and coffee drinks…an antidote to the cold November days along the canals. With Heineken being the local beer broadcast everywhere, and me not a fan, Read More …
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A Belgian In Antwerp
The train rushed along the track into the sunset as we slid towards Antwerp. When I first staked out this leg of my Euro journey, it amazed me how close by the cities of Amsterdam, Antwerp, and Paris lay to Read More …
A Chang On The Lido
I knew the world ran in circles you cannot escape when the tuk-tuk dropped us off at what was purportedly his “special spot” for the second time in two visits. You see, I’d been to the same spot in Bangkok Read More …
A Rose In My Glass
The enchantment begins on my flight to Hong Kong. To my happy surprise, the welcome cocktail from Cathay Pacific floats a rosebud in hibiscus punch. It needs no alcohol to make me feel festive; I fall quickly under the spell Read More …
I Almost Never Left MCO
I ponder yet another trip to Florida–always for work; I almost never go there by choice. Not that there’s anything wrong with the state (I’m a fan of Tim Dorsey’s Serge Storms), but I get my fill during these annual Read More …
Taj in India Kitchen
Returning home from travel, we come back mostly to things that we find comfortable and familiar. The foods, the scenery, the air, even the bed that we know best, to which our bodies have adapted, often over the course of Read More …
Only In Boulder: Asher Green
The hike up to the top of Mount Sanitas in Boulder, Colorado, takes sustained effort. Ever since I climbed the red-rock Stairmaster for the first time in the early 1990s, it has found new ways to kick my ass each Read More …
Blue Moon Requiem
“I couldn’t believe it was true…no I couldn’t believe it was true.” Until I saw for my own eyes the bright blue Blue Moon neon sign in the tap room of the Coors brewery in Golden, Colorado. I unashamedly call Read More …
Fat Tire On A Tire In Topeka
Even in a flimsy keg cup, a Fat Tire tastes like Colorado–malty, hearty, and fortifying. And on a summertime airport ramp with the hot-tire asphalt baking off its daytime heat, it’s no wonder that a ladybug crawled up next to Read More …
A Lite In A Plastic Mug
Last night friends posted about a reunion dinner of sorts taking place back in Wichita. The review of the new steakhouse came back with poor marks, but nothing to overshadow the joy of meeting up with those you care about. Read More …