Monthly Archives: November 2018

There was once a magic era when America built screaming, asphalt-gobbling, tire smoking, monster-motor muscle cars, and I’m happy to say that I still remember those days clearly, even though they were, in the immortal song by Don Maclean, “a … Continue reading →

Yuri is a big guy, and he has an intimidating stare, which is something I’d expect from a former KGB agent. Right now, he’s toasting the USA across my dining room table.

Poland was never on my bucket list of places to see.  Not that I didn’t like it-I just never really thought about it at all, even though my travels have frequently taken me near the Polish border.  That’s why I … Continue reading →