What follows is a portion of a rather half-assed journal of my summer trip through Europe. Amsterdam. Saturday. Time: to be determined. Bong. What’s with the bells? Bong. A church.[...]

What follows is a portion of a rather half-assed journal of my summer trip through Europe. Berlin. Friday. 2 p.m. The weather in Berlin is no more Berlin’s fault than being made of[...]

It’s boiling in here. I’ve heard all about the white-hot lights of television and I remember Cindy Brady freezing up but I didn’t believe it until now. I’m wearing a jacket and tie[...]