I Drove The Dog And The Dog Won!

September 27, 2014 by · 2 Comments 

                                     Sung to the tune of “I Went To War And The War Won!”

i was going to proof this and add photos but life intervened. i guess the war won, after all. taylor bit my hand viciously this a.m. concerning breakfast preparation……it wasn’t served fast enough….so it was 911, cops, ambulance, e.r. for 8 hours; 2 broken tiny bones on left hand’s back, 20 lacerations, 3 deep enough for stitches. food must have been at the heart of this abused rescue dog’s past, 7 years ago.

okay, now to the much-funnier report on yesterday –  
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Now, this is a long post, but it’s funny, so stick with Taylor and me to the end and we just might give you treats in the form of photographs????

Today is Day Ten of my 3 week arrangement with John and Bettina Caffrey, to watch over their house and care for their beloved girl, Taylor, while they bike through Wisconsin. So, here I am in the gorgeous city of Albuquerque, in the glorious State of New Mexico! You met, Taylor, my hefty, Chocolate Lab charge, in the previous blog.  Lucky for us both, I have truly bonded with this dear animal, giving us a true foundation to work with on days like today.

During the past week-and-a-half, as I gradually recovered from my 36-hour, sleepless transit from South America, consisting of four flights between Quito, Ecuador; Panama City, Panama; Miami, Florida; Los Angeles, California; and finally, Albuquerque, New Mexico, I slowly adjusted to my new spot on the planet. Oddly, I’m now back home….my home country….where I don’t have to worry about overstaying any visa. I can stay as long as I want! Wow! What a luxury!

It’s easy to forget why I went roaming in the first place. Oh yeah, life is cheaper overseas! Well, if you could see me now! For three weeks, I am living the Life of Riley (coincidentally, that’s my grandson’s name) in a gorgeous house; all because of my darling Grizzly Bear, Taylor; and spending for nothing but gas and groceries.

Oh yes, ahem…. some new clothes on sale at Chico’s! Well, my old ones are very road-weary, though now, my luggage has increased by a third and I haven’t yet grown that third arm to accommodate (ie: drag along behind me) that lavish impulse. This could be one of the reasons that I am newly considering settling down somewhere for a good, long writing and photography binge! And, there’s so much to say about New Mexico, a State that I was only vaguely aware of, previously.

Okay, so what does the above title have to do with any of this? One of the down and dirty truths of life in the United States is that, unless you live in downtown New York City, or the downtown, historic neighborhood of a funky, boutique town like Aspen, Colorado, or Santa Fe, New Mexico, then you simply must drive a car. The only spots within walking distance here are Taylor’s favorite peep and poop sites, and that just doesn’t cut it for human needs.

So, Bettina left me the use of her classy, silver VW Jetta and I have been picking my way to places like Whole Foods, Wells Fargo and Chico’s; all within a few miles of the house. While I was overseas, I had no car to drive but the ability never goes away. However, it takes a bit to get used to the absolute girth of our cities. Frankly, all cities are big but when you operate by foot and bus, you never even try to roam far afield. One reason that I haven’t bought an iphone yet boils down to the simple fact that the Apple Store is not located on Academy Boulevard, where all of the above are.

But, hey, my jet lag is gone, and Taylor and I are bonded at the hip. She sleeps on the floor beside my bed and walks obediently on her leash…. except in the presence of lizards, dead rabbits and cavorting neighborhood dogs. She sits when I tell her to. She easily communicates her wishes for meals, treats and walks; as well as her occasional, unfounded suspicions that there’s a dastardly stranger outside.  And, wow! What a deep-throated bark she has! Taylor turns a bit Grizzly in her defense of home and hearth…. basically, her food bowl…which, twice, she has ably defended against……ME!

The first time, as reported here earlier, the engaged only the silver spoon; the second time, she engaged my thigh, which became a bloody mess when the Kibbles canister had the audacity to hang itself up on the sliding shelf and the food server (moi) did not deliver the goods in a timely manner.

So, a four-footed Grizzly she surely is! But, there’s no malice in it. She’s a rescue dog with a long memory, that’s all. It’s reflexive. I can understand that. My surface skin wound is only a scab now, and bygones are bygones! So, this is simply a description of the Jekyll and Hyde nature of this usually sweet, calm, gentle giant – Taylor. Oh, another clue: I often call her a “him” just because of the Sumo aura that surrounds this hulk of a canine.

I bought maps a few days ago. One of this city; one of New Mexico….but none of Santa Fe could I find. That famous town is just north of here. I didn’t look all that far on the map and I live on the northern end of Albuquerque, fairly close to the Santa Fe highway. So, that fabled spot was at the top of my list to explore.

Plus, I knew people from there. It was made all the more glamorous by the fact that my movie producer friend, George Burdeau;  Jo, a Xerox executive; and physical therapist friend, Francis, live there and had driven here for dinner Saturday night. George and Jo are fellow expats to Montevideo, Uruguay, where I first met them. George had, at that time, come up with the wild idea of producing a Reality TV show about my life and solo world travels and he had already come to dinner here a few nights after I arrived.   closer - george, francis, jo

These folks seemed to think nothing of the hour’s drive and had suggested that I bring Taylor along soon for a visit, spend the night at their house, and see the fabled Santa Fe for myself.

Well, how hard could it be? Bettina had suggested jaunts in the car with the dog to use my time well in this State. I had a map now and it didn’t look all that far! Quite straightforward, actually. In fact, it might be very smart to do a dry run before making a longer guest-related trip. We set out at 11:30 this morning. Drinking water, drinking bowl, plastic poop bags, doggie treats. Kind of like traveling with a baby…minus the car seat!

A restrained baby seat would have been mighty handy, as it turned out. Taylor clearly indicated a marked preference for the front passenger seat. Luckily, I had filled it with my stuff and I also raised the divider lid thingy to prevent a mid-highway seat shift. My rational mind imagined the dangers of driving with what proved to be a constantly-uncoiling, coiled spring. I hadn’t yet located the air-conditioner blower dial, so lowered the windows in the back by half and the Grizzled One stuck her head and flapping lips and ears out of the window behind mine. Slobber flew! In fact, Taylor’s drool production is always prodigious. Try adding wind to that mix.

On the way out of town, I needed to run into the bank for just one minute. But as soon as I pulled into the mall parking spot, I received a loud and abrasive barking lecture about infants who die when left alone in hot cars! “Oh, stuff it, Taylor! You’ll survive this mad dash of mine!”

My next challenge was finding Highway 25 North. It seemed so clear on my map. Ah, construction woes! Then, the next hour-and-a-half was spent in blinding sunshine, through three Indian Reservations, at 70 miles per hour, with the equivalent of a skittish race horse shifting from one window to the next. That’s a memory I never wish to repeat! I sailed past several of the five exits to Santa Fe, due to smorgasbord brain freeze. I thought this was a little town? But, I finally chose one late in the list.

What will this famously spiritual, world-class resort town look like? Movie stars, jet-setters, and the wealthy, gravitate here; as well as to Taos, the ritzy, nearby ski area. I wonder if it’s anything like Aspen? I lived there for nine years. (Nope!) My gauzy plans were to simply swan around; dog on leash; perhaps locating a sidewalk café for lunch; where said dog would curl sweetly at my feet. I would snap lovely, prize-winning photos of all the intriguing ambiance.

Admittedly, I worried about where I might find a bathroom that would let me take a dog inside. She was going to need a patch of grass soon, too; a fact that she was now, loudly, barking to me as we drove into an obviously peeable cityscape. Her racehorse behavior increased. Oh dear! You  know what they say about racehorses in that context!

Now, how did I wind up in the State Capital Complex? And, why are all the parking spots reserved? The backseat din was overwhelming when I finally pulled up to a parking meter. I grabbed Taylor’s leashed collar as she bounded from the door; now acting like a hound on a scent…..twisting around and about, pulling every which way, as if lizards, dead rabbits and neighborhood dogs abounded under every scrappy, available bush. I had only three quarters for the meter and struggled to drop them in while my arm-wrencher acted like a cat on a hot tin road. At last, we made it to the Education Department’s nice green lawn, where she quickly obliged with a pee and then, again, became wired like I had never before seen her. She was pulling for nowhere in all directions.

Luckily, I had already established an Alpha Role with her, days ago; probably beginning with the bite on my leg.  Therefore, on the New Mexico Capital Lawn, I took control; realizing that we must now revisit obedience training, with which she seemed slightly familiar. She does always SIT on command. But, that’s about it!

I’ve never experienced dog training classes, but today, I proved to be damned good at faking it! How hard can it be? Bettina’s homesitting notes had mentioned a choke chain for Taylor, but we’d never discussed it in person and her regular collar could have easily slipped off the top of her head. However, I jerked the leash tight and held it close to her neck and made her “Heel!” and said “Walk Soft!” (do they really say that in classes?) and “Sit!” and always, “Thank You!” for her compliance.  We made training circles on the manicured lawn. I was even prepared to clean up poop, which, thankfully, never came.

I asked a Cop where downtown was and where to park when this meter ran out. He spoke of a parking garage a few blocks away where I wouldn’t need quarters and I was glad because I was still faintly entertaining the idea of that outdoor café, if the Grizzly beside me would suddenly civilize. Alas, the garage was full and thus, with the Racehorse mollified with a treat, I decided simply to head back home…..if I could find the highway. How ironic, that I had come all this way, simply to school this doggie on the Education Department’s lawn.

Sweet! I’ll bet that this is one statistic that will never be bested!

Somehow, during all this commotion, my Higher Nature was taking stock of my surroundings. Indeed, Santa Fe IS different! I had expected the fuschia adobe, but I hadn’t expected its endless, otherworldly nature. Sure, I knew it was woo-woo but had broadly interpreted that to mean that part of the population was like me….pretty far out in the spiritual life department. This place was not only “terminally” cute…..as in “Died And Gone To Heaven!” attractive and rare; but, its turquoise and rose architecture mixed with the attitude of cowgirl boots,  gave the impression of inside-out gift shops with woven wares. A big, draped Russian carpet made me want to jump out of the car and feel it!

I’ve just spent nearly a year in South America! I should be hard to impress by now! They practically invented spill-all-over-the-sidewalk merchandising.

Here’s my take on the subject: Santa Fe is not a normal American town! It’s not even Earthly! It must have originated when an alien, colonizing water-filled balloon of a spaceship splooshed down upon the scrubby desert I had just driven through. Then, eventually, up-sprouted this heavenly architecture, surrounded by shady trees, no less! And that soon became populated with beautiful, talented and unusual people, judging from the five I’ve met so far. Oh, six, including the traffic cop. In addition to George, Jo and Francis, I met Jeffry and Ramona, fellow expats from here, whom I met in Cuenca, Ecuador. I never caught their last name, but their photo is in one of my earlier blogs. She teaches belly-dancing and I hope to bump into them someday on these very streets.

So, that’s my theory! I can’t wait to test it someday, without the dog! In fact, driving through town, I was looking for a way to snag a newspaper so that I could check out furnished apartment ads. Here’s where I want to live! And, it’s only five-hour’s drive from my kids and grandkids! After today’s ride, I’m not sure how often I would manage that. Unless, I leave the driving to Greyhound!

That thought woke me to my present reality. The need to find the way home. As well as hunger. What’s this? A Lottaburger? Shades of the 1950’s! It’s a drive-in, fast food restaurant! Make that alien water balloon a Time Capsule, too! Oh yeah!

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I pull into a covered parking space, equipped with a wrought iron picnic table. Each parking slot is a veritable condominium in this manner. My now happy, brown child and I walk to the outdoor serving window and order two Bubba Burgers; a Coke and a bottle of water, sin gas, for the non-carbonate consumer among us. I inquire about the restroom, assuming that I could surely bring the Leashed One in with me at this outdoor spot.  But, the girl replies that it’s “Not for the public.”

“But, I’m a customer. Not the public.  Ohhhhhh, you mean employees only, don’t you?”

Too bad I’m not trained for the grass like my companion. I collected my bucket of Coke and the water and we returned to the picnic table. Thank goodness for that amenity! I tied Taylor firmly to a table leg, not allowing too much wiggle room and returned to fetch our meals. It had dawned upon me that any café experience would be a shared dining one, given this particular animal’s radical behavior concerning food.

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The Bubba Burger is not reminiscent of my youth. We didn’t consume that much food in a whole day. These are the size of a small dinner plate. In Taylor’s state of captivity, she couldn’t quite reach me on the opposite bench, so I got out mytaylor's mouth and mear on way

 

camera and started snapping as I threw buns and burger patty chunks toward her. Catch! She did right well, but wound up with a flattering splotch of mustard on her dark brown nose. Like all good dogs, she said no thank you to the garden weeds: onions, lettuce and tomatoes.

I couldn’t even eat half of mine, so guess who got a second game of catch! All this, plus treats, on a stomach that only dines twice a day! What are we in for tonight or tomorrow as all this processes through?

But, that did buy peace on the drive home! Voila! She slept! Maybe, it was also because I figured out the AC controls and had the windows closed. Good thing, too. At one point, the outside temperature measured ninety-one degrees! Both of us were mighty glad to return to familiar turf and Taylor again became the easy walker in her short and simple, half-block walk on her own street.

But, dontcha’ know? She was very punctual in giving me to understand that it was her 5:30 dinner hour. I didn’t argue, but dished out a slightly skimpy meal of Kibbles. However, she did get a fairly long lecture when she campaigned to be included in my own meal. Alpha Mamma here, doesn’t ever allow that and she usually doesn’t even ask. “Enough already! Go Sit! Lie Down!” And guess what? She did!

From now on, me and the pooch are staying home! If there are any errands to run, they will be solo!

New Life, New Friends, New Mexico!

September 17, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

IMG_5945IMG_5937First Photo – Meet Taylor! Queen of the castle I have landed in, here in Albuquerque, New Mexico, back in my own home country, the U.S. of A! All it took was a 36-hour, four-flight transit from Quito, Ecuador, over the past two days!

Second Photo – Before that, all it took was an application to Bettina and John Caffrey’s ad for a pet-sitter on my favorite matching site: www.trustedhousesitters.com, for exactly the time period I needed on my slow, winding trail to Denver, Colorado, for my annual family visit. Next, all it took was for them to pick me out from four responses, fire off a few questions and then to type HOUSESITTER FOUND on the posting and give me the good news.

They are a delightful, retired couple, lawyer & teacher, who are hard-core bikers, now on their way to Wisconsin to ride with the Roads Scholars, formerly Elderhostel, and visit family and friends in surrounding states. They plan to be away for three weeks, while Taylor and I soak up each other’s company.

IMG_5936Bettina’s Mother, Renate, came over for lunch today to meet me and we, too, hit it off marvelously. This couple has an enormous number of family members right here in town and they have the house to do justice to family gatherings. What a privilege it is to soak up this new and amplified definition of family as it can be, in the best sense of the word. It’s a second marriage for both of them and John is the oldest of eleven children…for starters.

IMG_5939But now, to the Story Of The Day provided by Taylor, the Rescue Chocolate Labrador, and the whole reason for my being here. As part of my quick briefing about house and habits of domestic canine and wild arroyo-dwellers in the scrub across the adobe fence: rabbits, coyotes, snakes and such, Bettina noticed that Taylor had picked up the scent of rotting rabbit in the shrubs. I remarked that she, no doubt, planned to roll in it; having become well familiar with that fragrant doggie discipline from my own little darlings over the years. However, I had totally forgotten this life-after-death reality when I took my charge for a walk after my hosts’ departure.

Ooops! Taylor had not, in the least, forgotten as she sniffed interestedly and roamed the vicinity, dragging her leash behind her. Forage, forage; scratch, scratch in the natural scrub vegetation and she emerged, victoriously, with half a dangling carcass! Ugh, the smell! She was trying to eat the thing as she ran away from me, full-well knowing that I was not pleased. I did remember Bettina’s story about how she will defend her food bowl with her life and very fierce teeth, if anyone gets too close while she is eating.  A small vestige of her desperate childhood before this kind family rescued her.

Nonetheless, she was heading toward the yard’s gate, open front door, and then the oriental rug under the dining table, while swallowing fur and bones as she darted artfully away from me.  I worried simultaneously about her stomach’s future and the stinky dead aroma which she was championing. At least, she hadn’t rolled in it…..yet! That would probably happen under the table, if she had her way. I grabbed her slithering leash, yelling ineffectively, “No! No, Taylor! Drop it!” and then whacking the prize out of her mouth with the poop bag I was carrying. That was empty, thank goodness, and it did the trick. I managed to bop the body out of her mouth and under a bush, while dragging her back inside, leading her to her drinking bowl to swish; then, thoroughly wiping off her face with a paper towel.

What was very noticeable, however, was her genuine docility as I exerted my Big Mamma Persona on this rascal charge of mine. She had not growled and defended her right to whatever delicacies her Ladyship might choose from the organic supermarket right outside her door. She knew she was wrong and she knew I was right and full credit was given where full credit was due. I complimented her all over the place for her wit and intelligence! This Mutual Admiration Society is a running theme between the two of us already.

HOWEVER, the story doesn’t end there! At 5:30, en punto, I fixed her dinner. Ohmigod! Rice and cubed chicken, leftover from a few days ago, when she was taken to the Vet’s because of a tummy ache of several days duration. Symptoms were loud stomach gurgles with dramatic moaning and groaning by the patient. The Vet attributed no more of a cause than extreme worry over implications of obvious trip preparation occurring between her parents. “Just give her people-food for a treat and let that belly have a rest!” said the savvy doctor.

Even now, when Taylor seems to recognize my role in her future, she has leftover prescription to consume, and tonight, I heated it making a big fuss over how delicious a dinner it was. Totally approving of this Chicken & Rice  meal over her earlier choice of Rabbit Strongenough, I dished it into her bowl. Then, not wishing to deprive her of a single bite,  I scooped my finger around the spoon to drop the small remainder into the dish beside her greedily scarfing mouth.

Taylor transformed into something alien! The noises that emerged! The teeth that grabbed that silver spoon! The attack of the Creature From The Black Lagoon! Was I ever thankful that my face was not as close as it might have been! Me and the spoon backed off and Taylor returned to her well-defended dinner. Makes me feel a whole lot safer to be living alone in the house with a warrior machine like that! Of course, I’m not afraid, anyway, but if I were….there’s the answer.

A few minutes later, I emerged from the bedroom to find a penitent supplicant waiting for me in the hallway. Every ounce of that really big and powerful animal was clearly at my service and filled with apology.  I accepted. And gave her back her dignity by explaining that I really knew how she must have felt and didn’t blame her a bit.

She was justified. It was her bowl and how could she have known what I was planning to do with my finger and that little silver spoon’s leftover chicken. From now on, I shall remember my lesson.

But, embedded in both lessons is the clear example of the way this dog processes her information and the crucial, moral decisions that govern her automatic, as well as autonomic, reactions.

We’ll do just fine, she and me, with all this mutual respect going on between us!

 

Spirit Orbs Over The Secret Garden, Quito, Ecuador, Hostel

September 13, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

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This is the view from the rooftop of the Secret Garden Hostel in Quito, Ecuador. It’s a five-story, narrow hostel, and the Reception, Kitchen, Bonfire & Dining Area, are all on the covered roof with a glorious view of the surrounding mountains and the steep , gorgeous city. We are right on the Equator, so the temperature is mild. Just a few nights ago, I snapped these shots during and after dinner and, naturally, was unaware of what else was showing up in a few of the pictures. This blog will show you what I discovered when I began to select my pictures. A future blog will have to feature the results when I zoomed far in on the one bright one over the dining table. It is truly Otherworldly and Magnificent, but for some reason, I’m not being allowed to transfer the results of my editing into here. I shall persist! As well as to take Dictation From The Holy Spirit as to what in the “Unworld,” these Spirit Orbs are.  But, because I will fly to the U.S. tomorrow (a marathon day, for sure) and will have neither time, nor expert help…. those closeups will have to wait a bit. But here are the unedited versions. No, it’s not the bright stuff on the shirts…that must be reflective clothing. Look at the sphere on the left, over the head of the guy in the striped shirt. It’s very bright for a spirit orb anyway and it becomes wondrous when zoomed in upon. But, it’s apparently, quite shy. Okay, on the night sky, the Spirit Orbs are high. I think those two circles at the bottom are TV receivers. I know these pictures are small in the blog but you can enlarge them by clicking on each picture.  Orbs are very shy creatures, but they are in these pictures.

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There are some Orbs here, visible in the smoke of the campfire. I know, sometimes, you’ll see them after rain, but only in the photos. Perhaps smoke is also a conductor? In the meantime, These flowers and the lovely night skyline of Quito are the usual result of our camerawork, with no clue of Invisible Entities…. or whatever they turn out to be.IMG_5851

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Puerto Lopez, Ecuador – Whale of a Day

September 8, 2014 by · Leave a Comment 

Puerto Lopez is a fishing town and a tourist town on the Pacific Coast of Ecuador. I had a cold on this sunny day, so I only walked about taking pictures. And that was a good thing. Because I got lots of good ones.

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And I met a new friend from Lithuania, my dorm roommate, Margarita, and by the time I got on the whale-watching boat, the clouds had come in. The whales didn’t behave like they do in Sea World but they behaved as they do in the sea!This is Whale WatchingPink&BlackWhale PartWhaleWatchingBoatA Whole Whale

Margarita of Lithuania & Me in sunglasses

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As An Arriving Earth Settler, You Wore Diapers!
If Our Earth’s Society Was a Human Being, How Old Would We Be?
Next Time A Giant Tries To Grab You, Try Seeing Its True Motive
InterGalactic Friendship Is A Rare And Precious Gift
An InterGalactic Friend Who Got Away
Romanian Trains And InterGalactic Friends
Reincarnation Is One Way To Achieve A New Life In A New Location
Coming Back To Earth
To See or Not To See…That Is The Question
Hats Off To A Fantastic Writer And Long-Lost Friend
One Day, In Utter Poverty, Came This Vision
I Am Preparing To Be Wowed by Elizabeth Gilbert, Author of Eat, Pray, Love
I’m A True Fan of a Rock Star Author
The Next Time You See Somebody’s Portrait, Consider This
The Frantic Race of Humanity Mankind – Part I
The Frantic Race of Humanity Mankind – Part II
The Sad, Ongoing Story of Humanity Mankind – Part III
Humanity Mankind Is Running…Out of Options – Part IV
When The Rubber Stops Meeting The Road For Humanity Mankind, Part V
When In Freefall, Follow The Instructions, Oh, Humanity Manklutz – Part VI
Humanity Mankind Comes Of Age – Part VII
Newly November And All Is Well (And Woo-Woo Wins!)
Quick! What’s The Opposite of Writer’s Block?
Can One Converse With Inanimate Objects?
Talking To Stuffed Animals???
My Conversation With A Lynx
Chatting With Two Dead Co-Workers
Creationism vs Evolution???
I Am The Child of Cimba
The Ones That Got Away: Fish Or Cut Bait
Is Life A Boot Camp Or A School?
Life As A Boardwalk Carnival
Or, Maybe This Will Happen…
Which Chakra Are You Working Out Of?
Good Lord! It’s Possible That You Are All Human, After All!
Do Animals Pray?
Is It Okay To Eat Meat?
Passing On An Urban Legend, Or At least, It Should Be…Why Don’t You Send It Around, Too?
The First Decade Of The New Millennium Has Gone By – What’s Next?
Yo, Atheists And Agnostics! Feeling A Little Seasonally Under-Appreciated?
My Book Is Becoming A Being Of Its Own – It’s Nitty Gritty Time
No Need For Any Florida Envy This Winter
Having A New Book In Your Life Is Like Having A Newborn Around
Those Blind Men And That Elephant…Must We Perpetuate The Habit?
How To Meet A Man On A Romanian Train
It’s Best Not To Dance On Trains – For Whatever Reason – Exotic Or Otherwise
Closet-Clairaudient Unveiling
The First Three Letters of The Word Funeral Are “Fun”
Life’s Changes Happen Suddenly
What Did I Finally Wind Up Saying In Revealing My Private Life?
Life Rocks…And So Do These Books!
Finding Fellow Travelers From My Hammock
Creator, Creator, Creator! Create! Evidence of A Praying Bird?
A Quote From My New Book – “Two Possible Questions Behind Creation”
An Upper Realm Opinion About Big Business And Corporations
Do Animals Pray?
I’m Dabbling Happily In Other People’s Lives
What Is The Secret Behind Your Dreams?
What Are The Psychological Obstructions To Traveling Freely?
Have You Ever Been To Lilliput?
Our Planet Is Wounded. Or Is She Fighting Back? Something Has Burst On Her Surface.
The Day The Earth Farted, The World Stood Still! or Deepwater Is In Deep Doo-Doo!
Okay! I’m Tired Of Being A Linear Person, Already!
Another Exciting Travel Prospect Looms – To Another Dimension!
Now I Am A Published Author…Times Two!
Big, Beautiful Boxes Of Books!
Chiropractic Treatments From Way Off In The Pacific Ocean – On My Florida Body
My Un-Button-Downable Mind
A Bag Full Of Un-Cut Diamonds Hidden In My Suitcase
Holiday Weekends Give Birth To Books
Is It Okay To Be Judgmental?
The Holy Spirit On The Subject of Hoarding
I Love To Cook My Books!
The Holy Spirit’s Take On Gambling
Does The Presence of a Soul Within The Brain Provide an “Energy” That is Vital to the Human?
Yesterday I Was Attacked By A Terriorist!
We All Have a Date With The Global Mind – Next Week!
Did You Keep Our Date With The Cosmic Brain?
A Twelve-year-old’s Take on World Chaos
What Does The Term, “Spiritualized” Really Mean?
Why Is It Essential for Us To Live In A Heavy-Matter Realm, Such As Earth Is?
I’m Going To Venture a Prediction – Virtual Coloring Books!
Is There Such A Thing as a Non-Physical Existence?
Is Earth A Great Big Space Experiment?
Are Psychic Talents Alien To Planet Earth?
Prayer Feels This Way From The Other Side
Please Help Me Write My Movie Script
Can Humans With Very Different Backgrounds Get Along?
What Are The Reasons That A Soul Reincarnates?
Are Human Lives Scripted?
My Third Book is About to Go Out of Print – Here’s It’s Intro
Yesterday’s Quotes Are Pertinent For Today and Tomorrow, Ad Infinitum
How About The Spiritual Destinies of People Born in Wealthy Circumstances?
Advice Sliding On Down To The Next Generation
Continued: Advice From The Old Guard
Do Pets Reincarnate And Do They Choose Their Owners?
Two Months Ago, My Son Died…
What Is The Difference Between Dreams and Out-of-Body Experiences?
From “50 Things One Should Know How To Do By Age 50”
Life Is Like The Tossing of Grains of Sand
I’m Heading Back Out Around The World…For A Year
Dancing With Thirteen World-Class Grandmothers In Brazil
This May Be All That The World Really Needs
To Launch And Let Go
Farewell Florida/Hello Brazil
I Have Utterly Disappeared!
How Can I Describe This?
To Fill In The Blanks On Abadiania, Brazil
Planning Again To Adjust The Spine Of The Planet
Going Silent Till After Thanksgiving
If It Looks Like A Local, If It Walks Like A Local, It Sure Doesn´t Quack Like A Local!
The Secret Wisdom of Always Insisting Upon a Receipt
Going Before The Entity At John of God´s Healing Casa
I´m in the Top-Rated Place on the Recommended List – Ta-Da!
Whoa! Did I Just Bribe The Paraguayan Consul?
Entropy Around The Hostel Pool
Busted! I´m Now a Reformed Smuggler!
We´re All Guilty But We´re Not Bad!
The Great Creative Human Race – Rules and Handicaps
RULES For The Great Creative Human Race – Part II
Almost Nine Months After My Son Died, I caught a Quick Glimpse of Him
My Wardrobe Malfunction At Iguazu Falls, Brazil
I Love Santiago, Chile and This Whole Country!
The Wheels On The Bus Went Round & Round…The Great Creative Human Race – Part III
The Kind and Homey Folks of Chiloe Island, Chile
RTW – Phase I Is Winding Down
Home in The States With A Bum Shoulder
After A Short Surgical Delay, I’m Almost Good Again
The Old Grey Mare, She Ain’t What She Used To Be…..
Ain’t It Always The Way?
A Soldier’s World Travels Are True Sacrifices
My Traveling and My Writing Are About To Get Married!
The U.S. Congressman And The Saga of The Seth Parker
Lovin’ The Life In The Land Down Under
Flying To A New Australian City Tomorrow
Frozen Money Has Forced Me Into Phone Ownership
I’m Sooooo On Island Time Now!
I Made Headlines In The Pago Pago, American Samoa Newspaper
A Little Bit of Samoa Will Always Circle My Ankle
A Stalker Named Hurricane Evan
Summertime In New Zealand
My First Six Months In The Pacific Ocean
Earthquakes and Antarctica Have One Thing In Common…New Zealand
Going Further Under In Down Under: Dunedin, NZ Is Really Different From Dunedin, Florida
Traveling Solo In The Comfort Zone
The Story of my First Days in Cape Town, South Africa
Our Human Tendency Towards Religious Obfuscation – Inner & Outer Travel
Bits & Pieces of Life Overseas…. Lost In A Labyrinth of Budapest
Spending The Summer in Spain & Portugal
I’m At A Surf Camp Hostel In The Portuguese Algarve….The Bottom Coastal Region Of This Gorgeous Country
The Ups and Downs of Beautiful Portugal
A Seagoing Birthday This Year Between Denmark and Norway
Journey’s End – A Tiny French Village Outside of Paris Offers Recovery From Epilepsy
Another Life Begins Again
My First Step In Becoming An American Expat
I’m A Kid In A Money-Making Candy Store!
A Brief Visit To My Florida Towns Before Sailing Across The Equator On The Mayflower
Ohhhhhh, Uruguay! Glorious, Gorgeous, Warm Uruguay And My Celebrity Wool Jacket!
The Rubber Meets The Road On Real Life As An Expat
When The Guards Outnumber The Shoppers
Glimpses of Uruguay on January 5, 2014
All Uruguyans Are Ascended Zen Masters
Life In An English Country House In Upscale Montevideo
Hostel Hopping, Visa Vetting, Rock & Rolling, In Uruguay
The Andes Mountain Chain – Backbone of The Planet – And The Blackfeet Nation
The Girl That Got Away! How I Spent April Fool’s Day!
Peru Is The New Spiritual Himalayas And I’ll Soon Be There Again
The Movable Feast of Expat Life Goes Mobile Again!
The Trail Never Changes!
Peace & Light In The Sacred Valley of Peru
The Spinal Column Of Planet Earth
Life Brings Us All To The Right Shore, If We Will But Flow Within It!
I Receive The Munay-Ki Rites of The Andean Shamans In The Sacred Valley of Peru
Becoming The Creator of My Own Universe Through Peruvian Shamanic Traditions
Visions Of Paz y Luz Healing Resort & Conference Center, Pisac, Peru
A Peruvian Despacho Ceremony For A Baby’s First Haircut
My Date With St. Peter – How I Took Charge of My Own Health Through A Peruvian CondorVision San Pedro Ceremony
My Last Day In Pisac, Peru
Having Achieved Ecuador….
Cuenca, Ecuador…….Expat Life……..Not So Much! Yet!….But, Improving!
There’s Much To Like In Cuenca, Ecuador! I Might Stay Here Longer!
Meeting Some of My Fellow Expats in Cuenca, Ecuador
Excursions And Discoveries Ecuadorian!
Age Schmage…………. Money Schmoney
Steady As She Goes On All Expat Plans For 2014
My Last Expat Night In Cuenca, Ecuador – Fabiano’s Pizza
Puerto Lopez, Ecuador – Whale of a Day
Spirit Orbs Over The Secret Garden, Quito, Ecuador, Hostel
New Life, New Friends, New Mexico!
I Drove The Dog And The Dog Won!
Leaving Lovely Santa Fe, N.M. And Heading for Golden, Colorado
Taking A Vacation From My Vacation
This Promises To Be A Very Strange Experiment – A New Trick For An Old Dog
How To Make Yourself At Home Within Ten Minutes Anywhere In The World
Life With My Family on “Normal Street,” U.S.A.
Posthumous Exhibit Of My Son’s (Randy Brown) Art
The Timely Conjunction of “Journey Of Souls” With A New Stage Of My Life
Finding Fabulous Friends In Santa Fe, New Mexico
I Lost My Way In Eldorado…….
Life Is Like A Doggie Bath!
March, 2015 – A Month Of Lost & Found!
I Have Run Six Marathons in Forty-Eight Days
An Explosive Writing Experience!
My Newest Book, “Millennial Springtime: Love In The Vast Lane”
My Mission Statement: “To Write Large Upon The World!” While Traveling Solo
Luxury Home In Santa Fe, N.M. Comes With a Yurt!
This Is A Long, Hard Marathon…. But, I’m Winning!
A Persecution Of Sunshine For A Rabbit Like Me!
Age Schmage…….Money Schmoney! An Excellent Philosophy!
An Introduction Video To My Future Traveling Life: “AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 YEARS!”
An Extreme Example Of Life In A Hostel Dormitory
A Good Description of A New Breed of Senior Travelers – Just Like Me!
My 78th Birthday is Here At Last!!!
Here I Go Again – Around The World For Four Years This Time!
Glorious Colorado In The Fall Brings Out School Field Trips
Patricia, The Greatest Hurricane Show That (N)Ever was! Or, Stalking The Elusive Not-Yeti In Central Mexico!
I Have, Essentially, Moved To Mexico!
My Answers To The BootsN’All Independent Travel Manifesto
My Top Five Travel Trips for New Travelers Before Starting A Trip
My Top Ten Values For Life – Part One
Elder Over-Achievers! My New Heroes!
My Top Ten Values For Life – Part Two
My Dream Journey And Practicing Travel Caution Without Paranoia
Managing Money While I Travel
What Can You NOT Travel Without?
Some Favorite Photos of Me On The Road, Solo, At Age Sixty-Seven
Friends in India & Egypt
What Small Things Do I Enjoy While Traveling?
I’m Organizing The First Chapter of Hearing Voices Network In Mexico
Secrets To My Around-The-World Traveling Life
At Home Or Abroad, Gringos Will Be Gringos
Mexico Will Soon Be In My Rear-View Mirror!
Belize Used To Be Called British Honduras But I Call It Beautiful!
Over And Under The Water In Ambergris Caye, Belize
You’d Better Belize It! Life In The Jungles Of Belize!
MEXICO – My Hostel In Tulum!
Cancun Can’t!
I’m Sleeping in The Queen’s Head While Her Majesty Turns 90!
“Moving Through Life @ Eighty Years Per Hour” or “I Need a Luggage Daddy….er, Caddy!”
I Blew Into The UK On Arctic Blast Winds! And Still, I’ve Traveled North To Edinburgh, Scotland
Lovely, Gracious London At The Best Time of The Year
Memories Of Bygone Days ….. Two Months Ago In Belize!
My Normal Life in London Town These Days
Was I On Another Planet… Or In London, England?
I’m Transitioning To Another Region of Europe – The Baltic States
Lots Of Rainbows Over London Today!
I Love Tallin, Estonia!
Glorious Estonia – Pagan Roots, Soaring Steeples And Soviet Museums!
Happy Hostel Life In Estonia….. And Worldwide!
What Do Dead Dogs & At-Risk Elephants Have To Do With Each Other?
“We’re Not In St. Pete Anymore, Toto!” We’re In Russia!
Traveling Into Russia Is Filled With Happy Discovery!
My Little Sister, Ann, Makes Me Proud For My 79th Birthday!
I Spent My Birthday With The Archangel Michael, Near The White Sea In Russia
A Funny Story About A New Dress Purchased The Night Before My Aeroflot Flight To Moscow….With Its Anti-Theft Device Still Firmly Attached!!!
Moscow & Me! I Like It Just As Well As I Did At Perestroika Time!
So Many New Moscow Friends…… But I Had To Travel On To Riga, Latvia
Where, Oh Where, Is The White Sea? Near The Arctic Circle….In Russia!
I’ve Been in Four Countries….. Five Cities, All In The Past Month!
After Europe, I’m in Israel For A Month
I Have A Big Family, So Our Jerusalem Thanksgiving Dinner Was Spaghetti Casserole Bake
Exploring Antiquity In Jerusalem This December!
My First Impressions Of Old Jerusalem
Make Friends! Not Art!
Leaving A Legacy Of Jitterbug In Tel Aviv, Israel
Back to Europe From The Holy Land. I’ve Landed in Barcelona, Spain!
I Will Be Reddit’s Solo Travel Site’s “Ask Me Anything!” Guest Interviewer On Sunday Afternoon, January 29!
My Exciting New Life In Casablanca, Morocco
No, I Have Not Died And Gone To Heaven! Just Zanzibar!
The Search For Meaning In Life Is Probably The Same All Over The World
Life In And Around Lake Victoria, Africa. I Have Achieved My Destination!