In the early seventies, there were few boats to be found in Bahia de Caracas and these were the motorized canoes belonging to the local fishermen. In those times Bahia … Continue reading →
On the surface, the trio behaved just like the usual American tourists. They were staying at the Hotel Colon and each evening, after drinks in the hotel, would walk the … Continue reading →
A 1982 diary account of a visit I made to the then, illegal gold mines of Nambija, in Ecuador ’s southern Cordillera, with John Wright, photographer and an American Character … Continue reading →
Joe Sheldon and I had been good friends since we first met in The Wildcatter Club in the early seventies. A former US marine and a Clint Eastwood look-alike; with … Continue reading →
“Love can inspire you to accomplish some of the most amazing feats you’ll ever undertake.” (Self) One of the benefits of working with absent partners was to have the Wildcatter … Continue reading →
A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike (Steinbeck) The only ones in the Wildcatter Club that afternoon were me and Gladys the waitress, when Warren came … Continue reading →
“It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues.” —Abraham Lincoln As a new partner and manager without restaurateur experience, I had a lot to … Continue reading →
No doubt, you all have your best meal stories to share, so I should feel no reluctance in passing on, possibly repeating, because best meal stories bear repetition. The unsurpassed … Continue reading →
Occasionally – usually while sitting at a bar, I will be asked by those younger by several generations than myself, what I studied to become a journalist; a title I … Continue reading →