A Good Tourist in Oslo?
Every adventure should include a messenger who provides the lesson of your visit. 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,...
Dateline August 2064. Remembering the beginning of the Global Borderless Solidarity Movement
Dateline: August, 2064. Remembering Before the Great Awokening It is a relief these days. At 106, no one expects anything from me. Everything I do and remember is a miracle. This morning I am remembering a visit to London, when I thought, that I was old and the world...
Stockholm Syndromes?
In Stockholm, we stayed in a once grand home on the edge of town now filled with junk, mold, and a dangerous set of stairs. It was super cheap and offered rye crackers, cheese, and oatmeal for breakfast. Sweden’s capital is bigger and prettier than Oslo. The...
A Sheep Farm in Wales
Walking Welsh Winds. South Wales reminded me of the Driftless Region of Minnesota and Wisconsin, with rolling hills, rivers, and a mixture of forest and field. Yet there was the ocean and warm gulf winds. Plants we only see indoors in Minnesota, grow along the side of...
Musing in Montenegro’s Capital City
I began this essay in Montenegro where people speak a local Serbian dialect they defiantly call Montenegrin, and finished writing it in Wales, where Welsh is defiantly visible on every signpost, yet English is undeniably dominant. Such is the language of empire. And...