Delhi I first came to Delhi with a group of some twenty organizers, activists, and others almost twenty years ago with the Organizers’ Forum on only our second international dialogue. It was late at night. There were two forever long lines for passport checks before harried agents. It took quite a while. There was …
Category: Personal Writings
On the River with the Eagles
Marble Falls I can remember coming home from Boy Scout camping trips as a boy and falling asleep immediately at six o’clock at night and not waking up for twelve hours or so. Coming back recently from canoeing with my son, Chaco, it felt the same. I switched off the light at 8pm, which …
Say No More, Top Boy
New Orleans – Mi companera and I are not looking forward to the new Netflix policy about password sharing. We’ve been using our son’s password so long on our TV that we no longer have any idea what it might have been. He was a Netflixer forever. Passing his house, we still sometimes see …