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I. Soundtracks (intro.)
What could be more joyous than the smell of honeysuckle and sour mash whiskey along with sinful fornication on the bank of the baptizin’ creek? -‘Highlights of a love-hate affair’
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G. Travel Vignettes (intro.)
Before entering a pit, our group was to ascend half-way up the mountain overlooking Potosi, which at 4,050-meter altitude, is itself one of the highest cities of the world. The tour promised a glimpse inside a working mine with an incredible history: over four centuries, the ‘rich hill’ had produced more silver and possibly more…
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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…