Aging on the Run, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Radical Hospitality, Social Movements
On the waterfront in Kadiköy, on the Asian side of Istanbul, in the November afternoon sun, a musician with a man-bun and beard plays on an electrified acoustic guitar. Old men and young women sit with their phones on video, capturing Turkish tunes...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Radical Hospitality
In Tom Wolfe’s 1940 autobiographical novel, You Can’t Go Home Again, a young white man moves to New York City and then returns to the South, where he no longer feels like he belongs. I was assigned his book in 1975 at Oberlin College when I was a 17-year-old...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism, Public History, Sustainable Economies
Iceland is a land of ghosts and ghouls, sea monsters, and an earth that howls. It is an island of volcanoes and fjords, endless flat petrified lava fields, green valleys, black, white, and grey mountains, outdoor swimming pools, and salted fish. It is also a...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Racism, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
The Political Geography of Northern Ireland Then and Now. To begin to understand Northern Ireland, I needed to stare at some maps. Ireland before 1920 was divided into four provinces. Ulster, the most northern province, was itself divided into nine counties....
Aging on the Run, Public History, Sustainable Economies, Uncategorized
Oslo is on a hill. From the central train station, it climbs steadily. Four miles up is Frogner Park— a grand stretch of green. Advancing to the pinnacle, we passed a mass of bronze, iron, and granite, naked, ordinary people across the age span. Vigeland Park...
Aging on the Run, long term travel
We are staying in a town that is a fifteen-minute train ride from Oslo. Our place is atop a hill: two rooms in the back of a house with a view of fjords and islands. We can hear the freeway at the bottom of the hill, but can’t see it. Deer frequent the yard, grazing...
