Inside the Kremlin walls, a guard keeps a close eye on this writer/tourist.
That’s me on the right. That’s my cousin in the middle with the cake-we both had just turned two years old. My sister is next to her and my other cousin is on the left. Don’t know who the other boys are.
As a young man living in the Florida Keys. I was working as a news reporter/news anchor for local radio stations.
About to board the Trans-Siberian train in Vladivostok. That’s me on the right, my wife on the left with out city guides to see us off.
Running the Bulls: In 1993 my teenage son and I did what Hemingway made famous–we drove to Pamplona from our home in Germany and ran with the bulls. Here we are posing outside the bullring.