Earlier this year I wrote about traveling cross-country with my son, with the false hope that our old Volvo would make it across the desert, over the mountains, and then live out the rest of…
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PART THREE — Conclusion On the Las Vegas Strip we looked for an anatomical sign, or even an astrological one, so that we would know whether to stay in Vegas and hope the Volvo…
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Even if I were an atheist, I think I would believe in God after that, just because it seemed like the universe was putting such an exclamation point on our predicament. The tow truck showed…
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Stranded on a stretch of highway between Baker, California, and Las Vegas, both of us noticed the SUV pull in front of us on the side of the road. It was 107 degrees outside,…
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Yesterday’s death of Ray Bradbury got me thinking about his time at our Writer’s Symposium By The Sea in 2001, where he so delighted the audience that his appearance is one of the most memorable…
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I can think of only one place where you’ll find three of the most important cultural voices of our time, all in one location. People expect us to bring in good writers for our annual…
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Last fall I spent three days in San Cristobal, the town where Vicente Fox, former President of Mexico, grew up. The town is in the Mexican state of Guanajuato, and is really one of the…
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