A Wandering, Wondering Jew

were the wise words of advice Sid Sambur imparted upon me time and time again. Recently, I  paid attention to what my Dad once said. If you’...

Meh. This Down Under journey was one for the books. Although it wouldn’t be a best seller. My time here plodded along in a sameness of coffe...

are you?”  was the innocent question the tall, young Aussie asked me in a crowded Cann River, Victoria pub in 1994. Warwick was on a solo mo...