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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, I opted more often for an extra slice of cake. We walked all over bridges…
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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 each other–just a couple of hours by train. Too much fuss to get on an…
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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 the previous year, with a different driver, on a different weekday, at a different time.…
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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 of traveling to a new place. I settle in for the flight from LA to…
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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 sojourns on business. For a period of my life, I flew “non-rev” on the good…
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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 years, if not decades–or a lifetime. What we call “exotic” is really the unfamiliar, the…
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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 time I face it. The last time I made the full ascent? It took me…
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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 Coors my favorite of the mega brewers, simply because of the family’s commitment to Colorado.…
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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 the cup to find a bit of shade. The fact I sat under a grand-sized…
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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. This particular group? Folks who were once part of the sales and service team I…