In the pursuit of stories – Part 2

In Chicago, some old stories are revisited, reversed, and renewed. I visited Chicago 16 years ago. I only had a brief 2 days here, there was a shooting, and I was only a very scared young foreign student to be traveling alone. Well, technically I got stuck at Chicago Ohare airport A LOT (Thanks, United),Continue reading “In the pursuit of stories – Part 2”

In the pursuit of stories – Part 1

  So I met the 28-year-old resident for a “date” (don’t freak out, I asked for permission, the guy knows I’m married, and we didn’t do anything). We spent four hours walking around Boston, through the parks, the bridges, the streets. The diffused sun behind us illuminated his teal jacket, as if a tasteful indieContinue reading “In the pursuit of stories – Part 1”

Conversation with myself in the quiet

(No – I have not gone crazy. This is called Meditation – For easy to follow, I have called alternative me Mr.P) Mr.P: “How’s Boston?” Me: “it’s going great I think. Gorgeous weather. Sunshine. Warm. Not usual this time a year in Boston. I’m a bit too early for the spring flowers. But it’s stillContinue reading “Conversation with myself in the quiet”