misadventure
Maybe the reason I like to travel is that I’ve got an almost complete lack of long-term memory. Or at least a selective one. The next time I set off […]
Maybe the reason I like to travel is that I’ve got an almost complete lack of long-term memory. Or at least a selective one. The next time I set off […]
I’ve discovered that I’m desperately dependent on getting along with people. Okay, didn’t just “discover” – I’ve known it practically forever. But constantly reminded. The TSA agent barking orders to […]