I Only Want

I was walking down Kassaveti Street in Kifissia, a northern suburb of Athens. It was different from when I had lived there in the 80’s. All was stern, bland urban architecture, bigger and more built up. The air was a bright, pale dusty yellow. The city was completely silent and deserted. I was the only living…

How To Read “To Greece And Back”

Here are reminiscences of the time I spent in Greece during high school in the 1980’s. The posts are free standing, but in reverse chronological order. So if you want to read the story in order, start at the bottom of the category and read the posts backwards.

Table For Eight

As I approached the maitre d’, I glanced over my shoulder at my friend Chris. “What name did you make the reservation under?” Chris strode toward me, Tom Cruise handsome, James Bond confident. His hands were thrust into the pockets of his elegant, black wool coat, his cashmere scarf swinging. “I thought you made the reservation.”…

Rush 2112

Meeting George W.

His wrist flicked twice, and somehow I instantly knew he was listening to “RUSH -2112” in his head and playing air guitar. It was my second day of high school in Greece. It was 1981, the middle of my junior year and I had just arrived in Athens with my father. I was in my…