In my father’s archives there is press coverage of Richard Nixon visiting Burma in 1953. In fact, he stopped by … Continue reading Nixon, Obama And More Omens.
I found my father’s old house today, but first. Prior to this trip, I knew one person well who spends … Continue reading 86 Park Road. 86 Nat Mauk Road.
Sitting too close to the fireplace, on the old bricks, the ones salvaged from the farmhouse that once was at … Continue reading Dancing By The Fire.
No more places to see, no more stops along the way. This was the last one, Angkor Wat. My father … Continue reading Last Stop.
Time to say good-bye? Really? Already? No. I just got here. We just met, you and me, you, a White … Continue reading Blood. Sweat. Love. Mud.
Can you smell the fire, from the opposite side of the river? See the smoke? Mixing with the sun setting … Continue reading Lucky Boy.