Tag: stupid travel update
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New York
Usually when I fall into a deep nostalgic k-hole, I’m thousands of miles removed from the actual event. But tonight, It’s more like a few hundred yards. I’m back in the Lower East Side, in a hotel room that’s a matter of blocks from my last home on the east coast. I’m here for a…
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I am back
I am back. My luggage is not. It might be on a plane from Frankfurt, Germany to here, or it might be sitting on some Lufthansa baggage conveyor somewhere in Germany. I will probably see it this weekend, and it’s no big deal, aside from the inability to wash two weeks of dirty laundry. We…
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Berlin
It’s two in the afternoon, and it’s an absolutely wonderful day outside in Berlin, 79 degrees and sunny. And of course, I’m sitting inside, looking out the window and listening to the traffic at Potsdamer Platz. But I did walk about six miles today, so I don’t feel too bad about it. We had a…
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Nuremberg
It’s my second-to-last day in the Bavarian city of Nuremberg, and it’s something like seventy degrees outside, but I’m in the hotel, looking out a huge window at the sun, listening to birds chirp, and editing a book I hope to get published by June, although I just realized that’s in eleven days, so given…
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London
I’m now in Nuremberg, after a rough travel day yesterday. Here’s a general brain dump in bulleted list format on my short stay in London: I thought London would be a lot like New York, except darker. I actually liked London more than Manhattan for a few reasons: It isn’t as dense or vertically packed,…
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You Can Never Go Back
I am home. My last ten days: Oakland to Chicago to South Bend to North Liberty to South Bend to New Buffalo to South Bend to North Liberty to Elkhart to South Bend to Indianapolis to Bloomington to South Bend to Elkhart to South Bend to Elkhart to South Bend to Milwaukee to Chicago to…
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Hot Dog on a Stick
I went to LA this weekend. It was a quick mission – we flew out Saturday afternoon, flew back Sunday night. Just long enough to get a taste, and to get the cats pissed off that we abandoned them (although we had someone feed them; it’s entirely a psychological game to show us who’s boss.)…
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The City of Lights and Massages
I got in the cab after no line at all in front of McCarran airport, a first, even when I came out to Vegas a few weeks after 9/11, when people in rural Arkansas thought the Taliban would probably fly an Airbus into their grain silo Any Day Now. The roller bag and new camera…
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City that never sleeps (because of those stupid reverse-gear backup warning beepers)
Good to be back. I spent all day Friday in airports and on airplanes, immersed in the world of roller suitcases and $9 bottles of water in newsstands filled with every single tabloid featuring pictures of a recently-adultified Miley Cyrus and rumors of tattoos and nipple slips and not a single piece of readable material…
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Back in the big smear
I’m in a hotel at 49th and Lex in the Big Smear, the island I could not escape for eight years but finally did. And now I’m back, for the first time since I bolted Westward to Denver and points beyond in 2007, holed up in a way-too-much-to mention-per-night suite with all the amenities except…