Author: Clay
The end of a chapter
Aboard the TGV to Paris I could exhale a little. After the morning’s frenzy and the schlepping of my five bags onto the…
Read MoreFarewell, Fitou
The time came for me to go home. After 85 nights in the so-called Yellow Apartment that I had found on Roomorama I…
Read MoreThe bar tabac and my Norwegians
There is a French institution called the bar tabac. It exists in the smallest villages, such as Fitou, and the largest cities, such…
Read MoreA very interesting man I knew
It was the spring of 1996 and I was selling men’s shoes at Saks Fifth Avenue in Chicago. The suit department was next…
Read MoreSkippy the Wonder Dog
When I was a little boy in Houston a cat and a dog lived with us. Lickie the cat was jet black and…
Read MoreRelevance, relatively
The first time I traveled overseas was the summer of 1973. I was eleven, and my grandmother took my mother and me to…
Read MoreBarcelona, Part 2 (Sleeping, eating and moving around)
(CAUTION: Contains graphic language.) Barcelona is an easy city to visit because you don’t really have to plan anything. You don’t have to…
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