After the soldiers cocked their rifles and invited me to come with them, I was marched through the midday sun of Moscow to a bleak office building. It was the …
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Davidoff’s apartment smelled like turpentine, oil paint, smoke, and that delicious chocolate smell created by old books. Packed bookcases lined one side of the apartment. Books spilled off of tables, …
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Amsterdam, late June. Chilly, blue skies, picturesque canals, and Heineken on tap. My kind of city. We were advised to buy wooden shoes, not as souvenirs, but to pound in …
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My oldest son turned 21 this week. I took a 2-hour nap on his birthday to recover from the staggering verklempt-ness of having my little boy hit that mark. Another …
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