Aging on the Run, long term travel, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
After two years of global travel, we now know how beautiful the world is. As bicycle travelers, we knew the land we call the United States is as stunning as the rest. We forgot just how lovely the US Northland is in the fall. I do not remember a year when red...
Aging on the Run, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, Racism, Social Movements
I have a different idea of a universal. It is of a universal rich with all that is particular. Aime Cesaire, Discourse on Colonialism My interest in pan-Africanism began 40 years ago when I was working at the Central American Resource Center in Minneapolis....
Aging on the Run, long term travel, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
Our plane from Rome to Belgrade, Serbia,, was three hours late. The Serbian government had shut down its airport to rehearse for its upcoming military parade. Despite the ominous delay, I enjoyed the flight. It was a cloudless day. We saw the contours of both Italian...
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, Israel/Palestine, long term travel, Nationalism, Public History, Social Movements
Our place in Ibaraki, Japan, was dark, cluttered, cheap—and three blocks away from the Sōjiji Temple. There are 80,000 Buddhist Temples in Japan. Sojiji must be the prettiest, kindest, most sanguine, and welcoming. We made it ours, coming every morning to...
Aging on the Run, Nationalism, PTSD and Historical Trauma, Public History, Racism, Social Movements, Sustainable Economies
White waves, green water, and black volcanic rock, stirred by high wind. The view was wild, but inside the Jeju coffee shop, all was calm. A Korean ballad played softly. I was alone. My partner in this Aging on the Run venture was grocery shopping, leaving me...
