Aging on the Run, Nationalism, Public History, Racism, Radical Hospitality, Social Movements
Multicultural Sarajevo A melodic chant drowned the raucous sounds of Old Town in Sarajevo. We sat in black wooden chairs facing the chancel in the Serbian Orthodox Museum. A couple crossed themselves in front of holy images. Two women—young, English-speaking,...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism, Radical Hospitality, Sustainable Economies
My partner David turned 67 while standing in the wrong immigration and customs line in Chengdu. What we knew about Chengdu, China, would not fill a teacup. We came here because it was unknown to us, and we wanted a place in southwestern China that would be a good...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism, Radical Hospitality, Sustainable Economies
I come from Minnesota. USA, a region of the world where February is so cold, artists create shanties on frozen lakes, and people flock to see their creations. They build ice castles and call it a carnival. People drive trucks onto ponds, dress in five layers,...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, Public History, Radical Hospitality, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
“For the ancient Egyptians, the universe was composed of dualities: fertile and barren, life and death, order and chaos.” Andrew Humphreys, Cairo and the Nile, Eyewitness Travel. 2009. “A new museum has been built to showcase Egypt’s...
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...
