Celebrating the Written Word
𝑨 𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒊𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒐 Several weeks ago, while scanning Facebook Marketplace, which I occasionally do for items of interest, an ad caught my eye. It offered a Rosetta Stone Japanese course for a mere $10. Knowing that a new
‘He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother’ There is nothing more irritating than delayed baggage delivery at the destination with the carousel going in interminable circles with no sign of your bags even though they were tagged ‘Priority’, with the possible
While at university I had stumbled upon William Saroyan, the Armenian-American author, and immediately fell in love with his style of writing from the heart. Saroyan’s values resonated with my ideals during those formative years. “I do not believe in
Coming to Shillong in April, At the very cusp of spring, Hoping to view the rolling hills Before the rainy season sets in And pelts the earth from June With downpours unrivalled. But Mother Nature had other plans. From
Job Terminations and the Christian Conscience A little over two decades ago, as a new arrival in this country, I was walking to work one morning when I saw an unusual sight. A young lady was hurrying away, in the
This morning, I put off everything else that I had planned to do and, instead, watched President Carter’s funeral service broadcast live from the National Cathedral, Washington, DC. And what a moving experience it turned out to be! Brought me
A Tale of Two Clubs Lest you exclaim, “What the dickens!” let me hasten to add that “clubs” in the title refers to radio clubs, or more precisely, amateur radio clubs. I am fortunate to be near not one, but
Amateur Radio in the Land of the Thunder Dragon – No A52AA in 2024 The plan was for A52AA to be active from September 26 to October 09, 2024, and I arrived at the “base camp” in Shillong (India) a
Requiem for a Friend to Have Been Almost exactly a year ago, I journeyed to the magical kingdom of Bhutan to operate amateur radio from that country. Being a die-hard radio nut, I spent almost the entire time indoors in
“Buy me a bell pepper. Please!” She stood on the sidewalk at the back corner of the grocery store silently holding up a cardboard sign seeking food for her children. This was a strange location, I thought, away from the