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The Kids Are Still Alright
How the time seems to just keep on slippin’, slippin’ into the future. Maybe Melanie can break into that for her next karaoke breakout. Being as we have now been on the road for now 40 days, and 40 nights…40 is just a number and in reality it’s almost a full 6 weeks. With that…
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Storm’s A Brewin’
A rainy day here in Pogerola. The storm isn’t so much ‘brewing’ as it is more fully underway. Thunder and lightning rain down on us while the stairways that lead out of this mountain hideaway have been converted from passable walkways into impressive water features. They said a storm was a-coming…but this was something else.…
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Relax, listen to the ocean
This is a bit of a test for embedding video, plus it’s a 90 second piece of uninterrupted by scooters with no muffler or Italians discussing the weather. Warning!! This clip could put you to sleep if on an endless replay. A snapshot of our wanderings today, from a beach and waterfront normally overrun with…
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The Decade the Music Died
We all have an mp3 player now. We’re all hooked up to music libraries that can pull any song in a heartbeat. Everyone seems to be plugged into their own little worlds, and when it comes to getting together with people, maybe even just one, the muzak that now fills a place is now the…
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Ruins and the Dream
Ruins, or ruined? Generally referred to as ‘scavi’ the ruins of five little towns around the base of Vesuvius are by far one of the most visited tourist sites in Italy. Local government also had the foresight to place a train station within a 5 minute walk of the original Pompeii remnants to make it…
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The Origins of Belly Button Lint
I was thinking initially this was an underreported issue, but a little further investigation that people have in fact dedicated years of their life into this phenomenon. It must be relatively recent work, since I don’t remember seeing any descriptors in a university course syllabus specifying navel fluff as a topic to be examined. This…
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Lounge Music for an Italian Halloween
Well, it’s not as we’re used to. No adult costumes, not even teenagers. No pranking, no fireworks…one might say it’s almost civilized with only the little ones dressed up for the evening. It seems like such a ripe time for throngs of boys in those maturing years to put on a mask and tear up…