CONFESSIONS OF AN AGING TRAVELER

CONFESSIONS OF AN AGING TRAVELER

Aprll 19, 2022   Back from San Miguel de Allende. Me-he-co.   Back to the same ol’, same ol’. LA, California. Going on 40 years now!   Like most trips, upon your inevitable return, why does it always seem - so exactly the same? Like you were never gone at all? Whether it was nine days or ten, like this trip, or two, three, or sometimes even eight months, like others, when you come “home”, it’s almost always like - you were never away. Everything is so familiar. Nothing has changed - no matter how rich, how challenging, how eventful, how life-chang

Anthony Bourdain, a Reflective Appreciation

Anthony Bourdain, a Reflective Appreciation

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Me and Miles at Slugs’ in the Far East

Me and Miles at Slugs’ in the Far East

I’m walking down an empty, dark street in Alphabet City somewhere in the East Village of Lower Manhattan. I’m looking for Slugs’ in the Far East, the coolest jazz club in New York, at 242 East Third Street between Avenues B and C. Hence the moniker “Alphabet City”. It’s the late 1960s and the neighborhood is run down and dilapidated, sporting six-floor walkup tenement buildings with broken windows, a preying ground for desperate junkies who rove the streets like hungry jackals. I’m still a college student, but I’m in the process of metamorphosing from a Baby Boom suburban kid

Go the the PODCAST: “e-travels with e. trules”

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Ahoy there, Maties!   I know, I know! No recent posts on this blog site. That's because all my recent efforts have gone into creating my new travel podcast, also with the same name as this blog: "e-travels with e. trules". It's been a really exciting and educational journey to learn a new craft in a new medium, podcasting! I'd like to give a shout out to the people who both inspired me and helped me take this new turn in the artistic road. First, thanks to Jonathan Munoz Proulx, my former USC student, who when he came to my reading at Beyond Baroque in 2015, exclaimed,

Itinerant Days at NYC’s Hotel Woodward

Itinerant Days at NYC’s Hotel Woodward

The Hotel Woodward. 55th and Broadway. New York City. 1977. I lived there on 7th floor. Around the corner from the famous Carnegie Deli on 55th and Seventh. Best corned beef on rye in Manhattan. Piled half a foot high. Better than the Stage Deli's 2 blocks down Seventh Avenue, better than Ratner's on Delancey Street, better even than The Second Avenue Deli in the East Village. Two blocks uptown from The Woodward was the temple of classical music itself, Carnegie Hall, at 57th Street and 7th Avenue, with the still-operative Carnegie Cinema, where you could catch a classic double feat

Friendships Across the Aisle

Friendships Across the Aisle

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Travels with Wolfie, Pre-quel

Travels with Wolfie, Pre-quel

It was a very good year 1969 Pre-yuppie Still sixties Easy rider No "chill" yet, big or otherwise   We thought that we could re-invent the world Make a difference That we could change the order of things Not become part of some blue jean fashion revival Nostalgically chic Some twenty or forty years later Helping sell bell bottoms and ties dies on Telegraph Avenue and Rodeo Drive Before JFK, RFK, and MLK were Drives, Airports, and holidays When they were just fallen leaders, grieved for by our nation   Things weren't so squeak

Travels with Wolfie, Prologue

Travels with Wolfie, Prologue

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Edinburgh, 1988, Chapter 1, A Dream Come True

Edinburgh, 1988, Chapter 1, A Dream Come True

It's August, 1988. I'm almost 41 years old and I'm living in white bread Santa Monica, waiting for a black stretch limousine to pick me up to take me to LAX. It's the first, and probably the only, limousine I will ever take in my life, and in less than 12 hours, I will be in Edinburgh, capital of proud, tartan Scotland, and home to the largest arts festival in the world. Founded in 1947, the same year I was born, the Edinburgh Festival and the even larger Festival Fringe hosts them all: theater, dance, jazz, tv, folk music, comedy, all the aural and moving arts. For three weeks every year,

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