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In 1986 I returned to Kenya where I’d lived and traveled before. It had always been a magic place. Nairobi was just a city like many other...

Life is not measured in the number of breaths we take, but the number of moments that take your breath away. The Amazon was one that did it ...

When I was a kid we lived on a dead end street in Brooklyn – one could stand at the foot of the street and survey the NY skyline and the S...

Travel by Chance: Burma (1987) The news that Burma (Myanmar) is tentatively exploring reopening relations with the outside world makes me ...

I didn’t realize there was a depression until I was in grade school. Some of the children were given boxes of milk daily. I asked my mothe...

It was just about the turn of the century (1899, not 1999) when my mother was walking home from school when she was in the fourth or fifth g...

When Warren was fourteen years of age, psychiatric hospitals were commonly called, ”the crazy house”. To Warren, they seemed irrelevant,...

A SUNDAY IN DECEMBER As the curtain descends on Act One. Bright lights illuminate the gloom in the auditorium. My feet reach for the har...

It was spring, 1973. I was 19. My sister and I were visiting Munich. We wanted to take the day trip to Dachau and inquired at the Munich tra...

As flight weather forecaster for American Airlines at LaGuardia Field, I was working the midnight-to-8 shift of a January night in 1946. I h...

On Commuting Living in Pleasantville, New York, meant commuting to work via The New York Central Railroad to Grand Central Station six da...

It was the summer of 1943. Poliomyelitis was rampant across the U.S. Grace Hospital in Hutchinson KS established a whole floor to accommoda...