Night Train to Leningrad
We’re stopped on a siding now and I hear the blaring screech of a steam whistle as a train passes us going the opposite direction. Our sleeping car is shaking. As the train starts to move again I swing my legs over the side of the bunk and rotate so my feet find the ladder.…
Lost
Lost I’m on a street called Medhat Basha. I’ve walked the three quarters of a mile from Baba ash-Sharqi to Bab Al-Jabiye two times. The exotic sights and smells of this historic thoroughfare no longer entice me. I can’t find the shop with the striped awning which signals the hotel turn. My stomach grumbles, my…
Haiti
Ayiti I went to Haiti in April of 2017 as a supernumerary on a nursing mission trip in conjunction with the Episcopal University Nursing School in Leogane. My interest was the usual curiosity of a seasoned traveler, but also, as a healthcare architect, I had prepared preliminary drawings for a surgery center in Canaan, a…
Jim Lammers 