The Old Silk Road in O’Zbekiston

Well, what do you know? There is actually a psychiatric disorder called dromomania, which is the desire for frequent wandering about or traveling. There are those who probably think we are afflicted with dromomania, but I don’t really think so. As much as we love to go, we love to be home, too. Not many…

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The Many Faces of Uzbekistan

Travel is all about the people you meet and the connections you make with others. Even when you don’t speak the same language, that’s OK. We all smile in the same language. But it does seem to go a long way if you can say a few words like “Hello” and “Thank you” in the…

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“The More I Know, the Less I Understand”

Apologies to Don Henley for borrowing the above words to his old song, “The Heart of the Matter.” I woke up probably around 4:30 this morning with the lyrics to that song rattling around in my head. I will admit to subscribing to the oft-repeated platitude, “With age comes wisdom; with travel comes understanding.” I…

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Sunday School Stories

I spent many a Sunday morning in Sunday School. I’d say I was fairly well behaved and attentive, not because I feared the wrath of God, but because I feared the wrath of my parents. Those of us of a certain age remember how, back then, teachers didn’t hesitate to tell on you if you…

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