|That's me, lower right, reflected in a restaurant window, taking a photo in Paris.|
Usually, when I say that, it is met with an incredulous, "You're kidding." No. I'm not. So, shoot me. It just hasn't come up. In 70 years it didn't come up.
|Selfie along the River Seine.|
I've been to New York State: Buffalo, the Finger Lakes, the St. Lawrence Seaway (my son's mother's family had a cabin there), Binghampton. Been to Philly, D.C., Baltimore, Cape May. Been standing on the corner in Winslow, Arizona. Been to Portland and Astoria, L.A. and San Diego, Detroit, Lansing, Chicago, Miami, Atlanta, Nashville, Memphis, Reno, Vegas and every place of consequence--and a lot of no consequence--in North and South Carolina, East Tennessee and southeast West Virginia.
|On a farm in Southern France.|
Been to Denver and as I was leaving, saw Kansas City off in the distance, probably 1,000 miles away, downhill. Drove--quickly--through Oklahoma City ("Oh, I've never been to heaven, but I've been to Oklahoma"). Thought it was the ugliest city I'd ever seen at the time.
Crossed the Mississippi at St. Louis, thinking about Twain. Got lost in the Dallas airport and spent a delightful evening in Amarillo where I slept in a fleabag hotel with the softest bed I've ever known. Woke up happy and ready to burn some more road.
|Brother Sandy (left) and me in Cabo.|
Went to Cabo San Lucas with my brother and saw a whale face-to-face. You have not lived until you come up for air in the ocean, looking into the eyes of, essentially, a gray building.
Watched a bullfight in Rosarito, Mexico, with my old bud. Nearly got in a fight with a drunk Mexican bullfighting hooligan when I sang "hola" instead of "olay." Watched as a pretty, slender, raven-haired hooker slid in beside me--uninvited--in a booth in Tiajuana, put her hand on my crotch and said, "Vas a comprarme una bebida?" No, ma'am, I said. Ain't in the mood for a drink or a lay. She looked at my pal and he shook his head and smiled. She left. A mariachi band replaced her. I felt a tinge of regret.
|On a boat in Amsterdam.|
But nope, no Big Apple. Somebody want to take me ... or accompany me? Hell, I ain't gettin' any younger.
|I think this castle was in Northern Ireland.|