Dhahran International Airport, c. 1960 By the date of my first return from boarding school in December 1972, my parents had moved into their fourth house in Dhahran, a white stucco place on 16th street, which was then at the edge of town. By that time The Box had been rotated back to our... Continue Reading →
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 