This is adding insult to injury!
Anybody knows why they feel compelled to mention the number of tracks at this railroad crossing?
This explains my drinking in a very articulate fashion
Can you spot the hummingbird?
The wine train in Napa
Blog Readers from the World
Just hit the 204-country mark this week, with an unknown reader visiting the blog site from Equatorial Guinea.
The world map here shows where all my blog’s readers have come from. Notable exceptions include Turkmenistan and a few African countries.
Thanks to Larry Mason for helping me with the WordPress editor when I was stuck.
I am finally hanging up my boots with this game
Many moons back, my friend Mita Basu had introduced me to this game – travle.earth. The whole idea is to travel from Country A to Country B by crossing only land borders. There are some quirks in the game – It thinks of Siachen Glacier as a country, it does not think you can cross from Morocco to Western Sahara by land, and for some reason, it will not let me go from Poland to Russia directly, although I have been to their land border myself (exclave of Kaliningrad).
But I have now reached the 1000 game mark without failing once. And I am ready to move on to my next geography game. First, I have to dig through my messages from Mita. About a month ago, she sent me another game that I haven’t opened yet!
If you want to learn about country boundaries, this is a great game to try.

Great evening with a lovely, young couple
I was not expecting this!
We had just boarded our flight home. Our two little suitcases had already been checked in. They are both carry-on size and barely weigh anything, but we had picked up some local island hot sauce. Those, unfortunately, tend to get one into hot water with airport security.
All I had to do now was find my seat and slide in. I was this close to accomplishing that simple mission when I stopped in my tracks.
There was something sitting on my seat.
It looked like a gift bottle of some sort. My first thought was that the incoming passenger had forgotten it there. Or a passenger who had boarded prior to me had mistaken the seat number, left it there, and wandered off to the restroom. I stood there wondering what to do next, mentally preparing to flag down a flight attendant.
Fortunately, my ever-observant wife noticed something I had missed. (She has a penchant for pointing out my misses!)
“There is something written on it.”
Sure enough, there was.
It turned out the wonderful local Delta team in St. Maarten had left me a small gift. Along with a handwritten note thanking me for all the money… I mean… loyalty… I have shown them over the years. 🙂
I have to admit that the simple gesture made me smile. It wasn’t expected, and it certainly wasn’t necessary. But it made an ordinary flight home feel just a little more special.
Thank you to the Delta team in St. Maarten for the thoughtful surprise.
Now you’ve gone and done it.
I’ll just have to come back to the island.







