The wet, ragged bottoms of long ago washed linen pants clung to Charles’s legs, providing a rare and welcomed cool amidst the oppressive equatorial heat. The transition from the Beagle to the rocky, volcanic coast of Albemarle Island had been a precarious one—a leap from the wooden dingy onto sharp, slippery rocks where a multitude of orange crabs scurried about and marine iguanas blinked their prehistoric eyes in the sun. A young… Read More
Are you afraid that the end of days will cut into your ‘me’ time? Don’t want the extermination of mankind to kill your travel bug too? Listen, while no one knows what will happen when the Mayan calendar ends this month, one thing is for sure; when the dust settles, you’re going to need a vacation.
A black Lincoln Town Car sped away from New York Methodist Hospital in Park Slope, Brooklyn as Hurricane Sandy raged. Disoriented and delirious, I was in the back seat of the car on the verge of throwing up with each jerk of the wheel. Morphine will do that do you. On the radio, the dispatcher called, “Pickup at Prospect and 2nd. Any drivers? Anyone? Prospect and 2nd?” No one responded. “Are any drivers… Read More
The following story appeared in the Huffington Post on August 15, 2012. There is a passage in Jules Verne’s aquatic masterpiece, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, in which Captain Nemo is asked if he likes the sea. “Yes! I love the sea!” he says. “It is an immense desert where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides… The sea is nothing but love and emotion.” Although my companions… Read More