Archive for September 2012

Twitter 2012 Speakers' Corner

This morning I’ve heard from CTA in response to a tweet about graffiti at a station and from CSO musicians in response to my sentiments about their strike. Twitter a wonderful way to speak out and be heard. Don’t get mad, speak out!

Netflix Sucks-Loses ENTIRE queue--one of the 15%

So, going out of town for 6 weeks and then back, then another 3 gone–I thought, well put the old Netflix on suspend. As I have done for years. Can’t do it. Took forever to find how to do it now. No they don’t put this helpful info on their web site. Au contraire…too easy... Read more »

Mother Nature Burning Up

Driving the last thousand miles of a 5000 mile trip about the west, I have experienced the drought and climate change firsthand. From the corn rows dead in the fields of Iowa and Nebraska, to the overwhelming smoke poisoning the air in Idaho and making it look like Mexico City’s, where I lived for six... Read more »

Peace Corps Volunteers

The adventure for each began with a poster. Just a poster that they each saw at their college or university. The poster called for those interested in becoming a Peace Corps volunteer to contact the organizers by postcard. It was in the late 1960s, about 1968. Two of the volunteers, one a lawyer now holding... Read more »
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    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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