I had to choose a line. As usual, I chose wrong. I went to the grocery store early this morning...
Sometimes hailing a cab was more than just a ride. That proved true when Richard drove us to the airport....
A man lives outside our 7-Eleven. Best I can tell, he speaks to no one, has no cup to hold...
This past weekend Heidi and I visited Chatuchak Market in Bangkok, a massive weekend affair with over 15,000 stalls for...
He has developed a way of stripping the money from my fingers in a quick, fluid motion. Among the regular...
Trigger Warning: violence. We are joined to each other in many ways, including through common experiences. Lamentably, some of those...
A woman demanded one of my bananas. This was a first for me. Her pointed finger and determined face did...
I regularly ride the BTS and MRT in Bangkok. (The former is the above-ground rail rapid transit, and the latter...
I’m enjoying my physiotherapist. The therapy is fine, but I’m particularly enjoying the conversation. It was four years ago when...
I went for a photo walk along a canal recently. It was late in a hot day (hey, it’s Bangkok),...