Enjoy what you get.
I guess it takes a get drunk in the park festival to get me out of the house these days.
We depend on rich expats worldwide for this one.
Being a dad nine years in.
We drove 2,500 miles for this.
It was a close one but I’m very pleased that I ended up here.
It wasn’t home but it was the best that you can hope for when on the road.
There are few public celebrations in the world that can match this.
What’s one more holiday …
I arrived in a country full of singing drunk people dressed in orange.
Thoughts during a long layover at the Bermuda Triangle of airports.
Coming back home.
Astoria is cool — but hopefully not too cool.
Same time, same place, same result.
Gearing up for another Sunday.
Where to invest this month?
An odd little cultural phenomenon.
My mother doesn’t think the city life is all that.
I found a place that people want to visit.