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Trips: The Phone on the Rain Forest Wall

Costa Rica is a country so tranquil it has no army, so rich in natural abundance Beanstalk Jack would have had giants falling from the skies everywhere, a country so peaceful and laid back I once saw a full grown sloth clicking its way across the street without drawing so much as a glance from its fellow pedestrians.

Waaaaht?

In the late ‘70s, I was working as the PR guy for the American Airlines catering subsidiary, Sky Chefs.  I know, I know, how the hell does anyone PR airline food? Nonetheless, we had a test kitchen, where world-class chefs labored day in and day out, eventually destroying any chance to return to the elite gourmet universe with their reputations intact. 

Desert Elves Are Dancing All Around Me

I hoisted my 40-pound backpack and stepped off the Ferrocarril Chihuahua Al Pacifico train, locally known as El Chepe (che for Chihuahua, Pe for Pacifico), into a warm, pleasant, early October afternoon in the heart of northern Mexico’s Mother Mountains, the Sierra Madre.

A Conversation with Sharafina Teh 

I have been drawing since I was a kindergartner, here in Malaysia, and doodled a lot in the kids storybooks that my parents gave me, much to their dismay. I sort of went back and forth and drew once in a while, occasionally showing off my little comics to my friends.

The Bombardier

It was the smell of the crushed grapes that reminded me of the boss – dead more than twenty years – and the family heritage that had died with him.  I thought, once again, of the wooden box that contained his papers, given to me by my grandmother after the boss died.

Email from the Upper West Side

My one and only misgiving was what would I do with Batmo.

It was Batmo’s final weekend.  Not in his life, but in mine. Since sometime in mid-2008, after Batmo had long imprinted on me, I had never seriously imagined the day of parting from him.  But in October 2019, almost 12 years after his “adoption” (purchase) and arrival in New York City, Batmo was going “home.”

Always Time for a Train Scenes from Life on the Rails 

A passenger train is a rolling village.
Some people move in and out;
others are long-term residents.
Club cars are the village squares,
where you run into your neighbors,
make friends, and find out who avoid . . .’  

Email from New Zealand: Animation ‘60s Style

The grand plan was to outline the science-fiction-tinted future that lay before

 New Zealand under the elegant technical husbandry of the Ministry of Works. 

I had been in New Zealand for something  over a year, in the middle ‘60s, before falling under the spell of the girl who was fated to become Mrs. Sillay. 

A Quick Trip Around The World With Markus Fogg

Our man, Markus Fogg, has been dutifully recording his admittedly miscreant meanderings about the world since he wandered into our office last winter and wheedled an assignment as our reporter-at-large.  We green-lighted him to report back from his journeys in a column we called “Fogg’s Horn, The Miscreant Meanderings Of Our Man Markus.” For the past year, Fogg has been diligently providing copy for the column, crafted in his inimitable stylings.