Aging on the Run, Nationalism, Public History, Sustainable Economies
In Albania, time folds, though the marching chronology of the country’s last 130 years appears stark with fundamental change: The Ottoman Empire, Nationalist Monarchy, Italian Fascism, Enver Hoxha’s Stalinism, Enver Hoxha’s Maoism, Enver’s Hoxha’s Enverism— a...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism, Public History, Radical Hospitality, Sustainable Economies
Getting off the train in Madrid, we followed the crowds into the dark city. Our train companions formed a line for taxis, but we crossed the street and got on the right bus and to the right apartment. Perhaps that does not sound miraculous to you, but Winkler-Moreys...
Aging on the Run, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History
One of the books I gave away when we started this journey was Carolyn Forché’s Against Forgetting: Twentieth Century Poetry of Witness. I treasured this collection that recorded humanity’s ugliest moments so that we do not forget. I have spent a lifetime being...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History
In Cádiz, we took a bus to Tarifa, Spain, where the Mediterranean and Atlantic meet, and a ferry to Tangier, Morocco. In Tarifa, we could see Africa across the water. There was a small police presence guarding the coast, and some public protest art depicting...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Sustainable Economies
Overnight flight out of Boston to Cape Verde and then Lisbon. Flight attendants served tabouli salad, bread and butter, meat, potatoes, broccoli, red cake, coffee, and cookies. We ate this three-course meal at 1:30 in the morning, with two hours of flight...
Public History, Sustainable Economies, Uncategorized
We were in Montgomery when tornados devastated downtown Selma, on January 12, hitting urban and rural regions across Georgia and Alabama, and killing at least eight people. In the morning we had considered riding to Selma, stopping to take in the art and public...
