Vietnam Veterans Memorial, Dusk 29 September 2007. Pax.
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Vietnam Veterans Memorial, Dusk 29 September 2007. Pax. On the other side of the Potomac River from The Mall is Arlington National Cemetery, and it was my destination for the day. And now I don’t know where to begin because Arlington National Cemetery single handedly brings up a myriad of topics to consider, both personal and political. I guess I’ll start with the […] I have packed more carefully for this trip than the last trip: I’ve remember my passport and it is already in my pocket. In half an hour I’ll be getting on the train to Frankfurt. Meanwhile, this entry is rushed because I’d misplaced the electric adapter for my computer: I remembered seeing it yesterday, but […] I’m not an expert when it comes to the currency swings. My friend Jerry has his explanation for the weak US dollar, based in part in technical jargon related to the current subprime housing loan crisis, the ever increasing national debt and the like. I cannot deny that these are legitimate direct casual links; however […] I’m departing Lisbon at 07:40 tomorrow morning, heading home by way of Paris/CDG and Frankfurt. I’ll be boarding an A318 tomorrow–a new plane for me. Lisbon is a great city, I wish I could stay longer, but by the end of this week, I will have flown four flight segments, including a transatlantic hop. […] When I was a kid, many summers I went with my father from Denver, across the country to New York These trips were by car: Up Interstate 76 to Nebraska, where we joined I-80 going east through Lincoln, Omaha, Des Moines, the southern edge of Chicago, across northern Indiana and Ohio until Cleveland where we […] My body is a remarkable thing—I’ve trained it to get up at 6:30, and by god, it gets up at 6:30. Even in Portugal, when 6:30 is locally 5:30 and its obscenely too early. Today it let me sleep in an extra hour, which is still early for a weekend, but gives me time to […] My flight on Thursday arrived on time and, thanks to not checking luggage, I was on the streets of Lisbon less than ten minutes after the door opened at 17:35. Navigating the Lisbon Airport is a lot like navigating Ikea: it’s a maze that forces you to see everything the airport has to offer. By […] |
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