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…
I have Joe Perry of Aerosmith to thank for my vegetarianism, by way of high school calculus. Here’s how it happened.
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.
I awoke to find myself eyeball-to-eyeball with a Locust from the Fifth Trumpet of the Apocalypse. I sprang maybe four feet into the air above my bed, screaming silently so as not to wake my friends — I had caused them enough grief already that night. As I hit the mattress, I snatched up the…
As the water reached my chin and my feet lost contact with the sea bed, it occurred to me my friends could think I was about to drown myself in the Aegean. Not cool. I came about and swam for shore. * * * * * It was summer 1983, around the first anniversary of…
A Wonder Of Feeling 