1199-1B / Dhahran / Halloween party created by my Mom, Shirley "Prepare yourself. It's like no place you've ever seen." This was the unsolicited advice I received before a working trip to Harlem. As a reporter for my TV station's daily magazine show in Rochester, New York, I was traveling downstate to interview... Continue Reading →
First House, Ras Tanura, late 1950's My parents joined the growing number of bachelors and bachelorettes living in Quonset hut dormitories along bleak hot walkways. The sand blew in everywhere and the only vegetation was an occasional tamarisk tree, hastily planted oleanders and hearty periwinkles – they call them vincas, Stateside -- a blossom... Continue Reading →
3rdculturekid: an american childhood someplace else 