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G. Travel Vignettes (con’d)
Among families dressed as Disney movie characters, our clothes seemed conspicuously drab. While pirates seemed to dominate, behind us was an Indiana Jones who gave us a once-over with the hard eyes of an Orange County cop. A moment afterwards he turned his head aside and mumbled into his collar. Noting that he was wearing…
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H. Dead Time Reveries (intro.)
Introduction: 10 hours a week of driving to and from work (1993-2015) is probably a low average for most urban commuters. While the time I spent behind the wheel over 25 years in greater Vancouver was certainly no more onerous that that suffered by fellow wage-slaves, I still wonder how many others sometimes found themselves…
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H. Dead Time Reveries (con’d)
Driving back at 10:15 PM through the Lougheed Highway traffic, I shuddered in the whoosh of the ongoing headlights. If a tire should burst–– not a chance to avoid a head on collision! Along with that grim apprehension, I was jolted by an image of a smashed-up body in a crushed car, pushing away the…
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F. Scraps of Memoir from Afar (intro.)
“Who’s the guy?” the bald man asked in heavily accented English as Brandee broke away. “My friend who’s going to Africa.” “Africa?” He shouted above the din, “What to Christ for are ya goin’ to Africa?” “He’s a teacher,” said Brandee, lighting a cigarette. Mugging a scowl, the heavyset man reached out as if to…
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F. Scraps of Memoir from Afar (con’d)
Later in the afternoon on the terrace of the Manor Hotel, Mariam was on her third beer, while I was sipping ginger ale. Suddenly the sky darkened and whirlwinds of dust were blowing in the street. Amid the tropical downpour that followed we watched passersby running for cover. Then without warning a black bird flew…
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D. Notes from Zimbabwe (intro.)
Introduction: It was in the midst of Tanzanian celebration of Zimbabwe’s independence in April 1980 that I was first attracted by the possibility of living in a free yet economically developed African country. The prospect came sooner than expected. In January 1982, I landed in (then) Salisbury, the capital city of Zimbabwe, with a 3-year…
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