It always happens. Just before I leave on a trip, something pops up to cast doubt on the whole thing … something that will interfere and cause me to cancel or delay. This time it’s the damn volcano in Iceland. In almost exactly a month, I’m leaving here on Hawaiian Airlines and heading for Seattle….
My first trip to Europe was in the summer of 1954. The American Field Service ran an exchange-student program in those days, with American kids going to Europe to live with a local family for the summer and European kids coming to the U.S. for the full school year. I applied and requested that I be…
(This is Part Three of a story I wrote for the Dallas Morning News, recording some of the events that took place as I rode the Indian Pacific, east to west across Australia, and then the Ghan from Darwin in the north to Adeaide in the south.) Framed by a miraculous sunset, the Indian Pacific arrives…
A year ago, I embarked on an extensive European trip that included overnight stops in England, France, Denmark and Norway. It was train all the way, of course, and I was particularly looking forward to the two overnight segments. The first was from Paris to Hamburg; the second, on the way back, was from Copenhagen…