Dispatches

That Spoonful of Sugar….

“Hidden in Manhattan’s Greenwich Village, a small establishment prepares and dispenses their own range of cure-alls and remedies just as they have everyday since 1838,” begins a piece in Atlas Obscura. Already, I am hooked. There is something magical about tiny pharmacies, the alchemists of the modern era. I…

Why I Fly a Tiny Polish Flag

A very strange smile spread across his face. “You must sit with me and have dinner with my wife and me. My wife does not speak English, but you must tell her this story, just as you told me, and I will translate.” He would not explain further.

Busload of Faith to Get By

I took a Flix bus to Chicago, determined to be there for the Juneteenth opening of the Obama Presidential Center.

“You took a what?” friends said, bemused that I did not fly, drive, or even take the train. But I love buses. I love the way everybody shows up prepared,…

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