LONDON—When I made the decision to come here for the two games played between the New York Yankees and the Boston Red Sox, I looked for a hotel that was located as close to Olympic Stadium as possible. That turned out to be Hotel Westbridge. It’s not a big hotel, but the staff is universally…
And so begins an account of my journey almost halfway around the world to London for the absurdly extravagant purpose of seeing the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees play two baseball games. Of course—and here I am rationalizing this whole adventure—these are not exhibition games. These games count in the standings. These…
The Mississippi River cruise now over, I’m returning home on a round-about route and, of course, by train. The first leg is the City of New Orleans back to Chicago. Highlight of this segment is the lady working in the dining car half of the diner-lounge. Friendly, efficient, flexible and obviously enjoying the interaction with…
I don’t know how or why it happens, but many of the trips I take somehow seem to fall into place with almost no help at all from me. I read something or stumble on a TV program featuring a place that sounds interesting and the next thing I know, details start falling into place…