I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about fudge in recent years. Not about eating it. I don’t like it. But why it’s fudge — even more so than taffy — that best marks an arrival for a “tourist trap” strip of … Read on
This week I’m going to St Lucia to track down a clarinet tutor. And I’ll be packing my stunning new clarinet, a sky blue/gold woodwind named “Jeff” (see right). While I’m at it, I want to publish an “article” by postcard. I’ll do … Read on
I find it funny you see so many articles talking about how to pack. I mean, I sort of had thought I could figure it out on my own, and so could everyone. But I was wrong. I asked for expert advice and … Read on
Writers are never supposed to begin stories with bird’s-eye views from an airplane. But no arrival in my travel life has compared with my approach to Ho Chi Minh City’s Tan Son Nhat Airport in 1995. It was my first trip to Asia, … Read on
I played in clarinet in sixth grade, and a bit of seventh. Like all budding clarinetists, I picked the clarinet because there were already too many trumpet players. Everyone wanted to be brass. Brass is sort of the leather studs of the philharmonic. … Read on
For years, I’ve dreamed of traveling to a random place – preferably in the Caribbean – and pack a special tool to help find a deeper understanding of how local life really lives. I’m talking about a clarinet. And next week, I’m going … Read on
