Simply a coincidence no doubt, but at a doctor’s office we visited in Maryland this…
In Flanders’ Cities 4: Antwerp
I was here in the summer of 1970, an eighteen-year-old hitchhiking around Europe after a year on an English-Speaking Union scholarship at Princess Helena College in Hertfordshire, England. My traveling companion, Sue, was a school pal of a school pal, and we joined...
In Flanders’ Cities 2: The Kitchen
I do not understand why one wouldn’t want to cook while on vacation. Everything tastes better in Europe. The eggs are eggier, the butter more buttery and the vegetables, breads and meats so much more dense with flavor. There is a shop a few meters off St. Catherine...
In Flanders’ Cities 1: Train, Tram, Bus and Metro
Mastering public transportation in Brussels takes some concentration. First y’gotta get the ticket machines to work. I couldn’t get the darned thing to take our money! Actually, once you get you started it’s not hard, but getting the thing to speak English and...
The Dallas-Austin Axis 3: Great Reading
Museum labels—you know, those notes posted next to works of art? What’s not to dislike. More often than not they are written in that impenetrable artspeak (of which curators and critics are so enamored) and filled with “facts” and observations the writer believes are...