Memoir Retirement

Up In The Air

Up In The Air One of the things that Kim and I agree completely about is that the worst part of traveling is the actual traveling. In the case of going back and forth to Europe or the Middle East from San Diego, its an especially grueling ordeal that usually involves at least three flights. We usually like to transit through New York so we can see the kids. On our flight over this time…

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Prickly Neck

Prickly Neck Do you know that feeling when the angel of death passes over you and something happens to make you feel kinda weird as the specter of the infinity of time brushes by? I just finished a motorcycle ride of 1,600 miles across northern Spain and I had only one close call when some oncoming idiot came around a curve in the mountains too hot to handle and drifted a few feet into my…

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Memoir Retirement

Old White Couples

Old White Couples While we were in Barcelona or riding our motorcycles through the Pyrenees and then across the northern coast of Spain, we were very pleased to find that there were not scads of people everywhere. It was especially nice that the roads, which were truly exceptional in condition, were largely wide open with only occasional other vehicles, very often other motorcycles doing some version of the same tour that we were engaged in.…

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Memoir

The Ironbound

The Ironbound There is a section of Newark that is downtown and got its name from being a transportation hub with lots of tracks all around it. It was also an area where there has historically been a lot of metalworking industry including the second largest metal smelting and refining plant in the U.S. Needless to say, this is a working class neighborhood and I have known people who are alternatively ashamed and proud to…

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Love

Buen Camino

Buen Camino We are in Palacio Carmen in Santiago de Compostela, the end of The Way of St. James or, as it is more commonly called, the Camino de Santiago. The Way gathers from all over Europe , wherever pilgrims start their trek. To get an official stamp and certificate you have to walk at least 100 km of the Camino or, if you are on a bicycle, at least 200 km. Based on that,…

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Memoir

Michelin Star

Michelin Star I don’t think I have ever eaten at a restaurant with a Michelin rating before this week. That’s pretty surprising given my business career as a senior manager on Wall Street for more than 35 years, especially given that I ran a global private banking business for six of those years, and those rich people do like their fancy and high-profile eateries. I’ve eaten in lots of fancy and expensive restaurants (most of…

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Fiction/Humor Memoir

Gastronomique Delight

Gastronomique Delight We have all noticed since being here in Spain that it stays dark in the mornings until quite late. In fact, I see that sunrise this morning is not until 8:21am. Of course, on the other end of the day, that means that it gets dark much later than one might expect, today for example sunset here is not until 7:57pm, which seems late for October. In NYC right now, sunrise is 6:56am…

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Love Memoir

It’s All About Soul

It’s All About Soul This morning we are leaving Bilbao, where we have spent two nights and we are headed west along the coast of Spain going first to a Medieval town of Santillana de Mar, just beyond Santander. It’s a quaint little cobblestoned village with shops and restaurants (one quaint one which we chose to stop in for lunch). We were supposed to overnight there but had to change our route to go further…

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Business Advice Memoir

Lightning Strikes Bilbao

Lightning Strikes Bilbao Our Turkish tour guide Kaz, a well-educated and very enlightened man of the world sent us an article from The Guardian today on the subject of the twentieth anniversary of the Guggenheim Museum of Bilbao. Given the enlightened journalistic presence of The Guardian, that message reminds me that Kaz is a first rate guru to follow, not only in his native land of Turkey (where we last saw him), but almost anywhere…

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Iconic Art and Wealth

Iconic Art and Wealth I am sitting in my hotel room in Bilbao, Spain, looking out our window directly at the Guggenheim Museum Bilbao. We arrived here after a short, but magnificent ride along the northern coast of the Basque Country, starting in Donostia – San Sebastian. That ride is a mere 160 kms., but it bounced along the Cantabrian Sea, which is the southern part of the Bay of Biscay bounded by the north…

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