Itinerant Days at NYC’s Hotel Woodward

Itinerant Days at NYC’s Hotel Woodward

The Hotel Woodward. 55th and Broadway. New York City. 1977. I lived there on 7th floor. Around the corner from the famous Carnegie Deli on 55th and Seventh. Best corned beef on rye in Manhattan. Piled half a foot high. Better than the Stage Deli's 2 blocks down Seventh Avenue, better than Ratner's on Delancey Street, better even than The Second Avenue Deli in the East Village. Two blocks uptown from The Woodward was the temple of classical music itself, Carnegie Hall, at 57th Street and 7th Avenue, with the still-operative Carnegie Cinema, where you could catch a classic double feat

Friendships Across the Aisle

Friendships Across the Aisle

January, 2016, Staellite, Beach, Florida This is not a political piece. Or maybe it is. It is a piece about friendships. New and old. And how they can make you see yourself, and the world, differently. Especially at the start of a new year, on the East Coast of not so sunny Florida, half way between West Palm and Miami Beach. I'll start with the new friend. Mr. Bobha. That's not his real name, but it will suffice, even though the man is not a Buddhist, in fact far from it. He's a devout Christian, Catholic in fact. He and his childhood sweetheart, now wife, Mandy, grew up in the D

Welcome to e-travels with e. trules/Test of New Subscriber Mailing List

Welcome to e-travels with e. trules/Test of New Subscriber Mailing List

Hi, there. You are now an Updated Subscriber of my "e-travels with e. trules" blog, and you will receive occasional (but not too frequent) Newsletter notifications when there are new Posts. You don't have to do anything. Of course, it would be nice if you read the Blog posts, but hey, I already know, it's not a perfect world. If you're not on the Subscriber list and would like to be, just leave your e-mail address on the right Side Bar under News Letter. You can also Un-subscribe. Happy Trails.... and see you... around the planet!! Best from LA, Trules

Travels with Wolfie, Pre-quel

Travels with Wolfie, Pre-quel

It was a very good year 1969 Pre-yuppie Still sixties Easy rider No "chill" yet, big or otherwise   We thought that we could re-invent the world Make a difference That we could change the order of things Not become part of some blue jean fashion revival Nostalgically chic Some twenty or forty years later Helping sell bell bottoms and ties dies on Telegraph Avenue and Rodeo Drive Before JFK, RFK, and MLK were Drives, Airports, and holidays When they were just fallen leaders, grieved for by our nation   Things weren't so squeak

Travels with Wolfie, Prologue

Travels with Wolfie, Prologue

                                                                      Prologue Spring, 1970 There was a time when I drove up and down this country like it was one big map [caption id="attachment_37876" align="alignnone" width="300"] Not much different, but VERY different, in 1970[/caption] From New York City to the Florida Keys From Selma and Montgomery To Hibbing and Duluth From the Atlantic to the Pacific From the Blue Ridge Parkway to Highway 61 [caption id="attachment_37877" align="alignnone" width="239"] Highway 61, Pr

Edinburgh, 1988, Chapter 1, A Dream Come True

Edinburgh, 1988, Chapter 1, A Dream Come True

It's August, 1988. I'm almost 41 years old and I'm living in white bread Santa Monica, waiting for a black stretch limousine to pick me up to take me to LAX. It's the first, and probably the only, limousine I will ever take in my life, and in less than 12 hours, I will be in Edinburgh, capital of proud, tartan Scotland, and home to the largest arts festival in the world. Founded in 1947, the same year I was born, the Edinburgh Festival and the even larger Festival Fringe hosts them all: theater, dance, jazz, tv, folk music, comedy, all the aural and moving arts. For three weeks every year,

“Servas”, an Open Door to Travel the Lonely Planet… for Free!

“Servas”, an Open Door to Travel the Lonely Planet… for Free!

"Servas" is an Esperanto word that means something like "open doors." It's the best translation we have. And Servas.org is an international non-profit organization "dedicated to world peace through cultural exchange." What exactly does that mean for members? Well, long before there were Airbnb or Couchsurfing, I was able to travel the lonely planet for free by staying with voluntary Servas hosts around the world. I have stayed in Servas homes in England, France, Italy, Israel, Peru, Mexico, and all over Scandinavia since 1988. For two nights in each home, as I said, for free! And I was alw

Bali, 2014: Chapter 1, Another Leap into the Indonesian Void

Bali, 2014: Chapter 1, Another Leap into the Indonesian Void

October 19, 2014 Los Angeles, California Every time I go on a long trip overseas, say for a month or more, I get really anxious. I know it has to do with letting go... of routine, and hurling myself into the unknown cosmos. Even when I've been there before. And own a home where I'm going. What right do I have to complain, be anxious, right? Still.... I'm afraid! That I'll forget something (I will), afraid I'll get sick (maybe) and not have the right meds in the 3rd world (who knows?). I'm afraid of not knowing. Afraid I'll be bored. Afraid I'll fight with my wife. Not entertain th

Bali, 2014: Chapter 2, 9 Lives and Letting Go in My Banana Field

Bali, 2014:  Chapter 2, 9 Lives and Letting Go in My Banana Field

October 21, 2014 Mimba Village, near Padangbai, Bali, Indonesia The immediate reward of travel is perspective and being forced to let go. Don't learn quickly and BOOM! You're down. It didn't take me more than 60 seconds on my freedom-loving motorbike to - crash and hit the dirt road. Again! Just like last time, 2 years ago. When I had a head on collision. Ok, this time it wasn't head on;  just a hop on the bike 5 minutes after arriving at the very remote rural villa in the dark, after a 22 hour flight (left Sunday night, arrived Tuesday afternoon, losing 15 hours across the in

Bali, 2014, Chapter 3, “Percaya”

Bali, 2014, Chapter 3, “Percaya”

October 27, 2014 Padangbai, Bali, Indonesia There is a word in Bahasa Indonesia, my wife's native language, for "trust". It's "percaya" (pronounced "perchaya"). It's a beautiful, complicated, difficult word. Beautiful because it means that you invest your faith and belief in someone other than yourself. Complicated because it involves a letting go of control, a risk, and a reliance on, once again, someone other than yourself; you could, and probably will, at times, be hurt and disappointed. And difficult because it can be painful to take such a blind, or educated, leap of faith in

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