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 →