• A poem for my father and for yours too

    Shortly after he was diagnosed with prostate cancer, I penned the following words as a gift for my dads birthday.  It seems fitting to share it with you today.  Mum thought it would be too much to read it at his funeral, but we printed a copy out, and slipped it into the breast pocket of …

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  • Hitchhike to India; leg 29: Lviv to wherever.

    As beautiful and as welcoming as Lviv was, events were taking a turn for the drunk.  It was time to move on.  Otherwise I’d get stuck in a wonderful dive bar called Bukowski’s.  Those who know me fully understand how that man is my hero, so it was a dangerous place for me to be …

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