I was driving down Central Avenue in my home towm, Cheyenne, Wyoming, when I heard the news that the Venezuelan president, Hugo Chávez had died. I pulled over and called friends. I hurt from my head to my toes. I have never met Chávez personally, but I feel I have known him for nineteen years.
Whenever I have asked someone in Venezuela if spring comes before or after summer, some answer “before” and others “after.” Almost all add that they really are not sure.
A few days ago I saw on CNN an interview with a woman who has lived in Libya for several years. She is no fan of Moammar Gadhafi.
Shortly after arriving in Venezuela I remember hearing a conversation between two children, maybe four or five-years-old, that shocked me.
Last night I had a call from a friend in the United States. In the midst of our long conversation, I mentioned my disgust at the manner in which Bin Laden had been buried.
Dear Friend: Recently you wrote indicating that you are thinking about moving to Venezuela and asked for my advice. Let me give you some questions for your consideration.
Last Memorial Day (2010), I once again had the privilege of running in the 10K race in Boulder, Colorado—the Bolder Boulder.
In recent days I heard a CNN reporter refer to the U.S. policy in Egypt as a balancing act between American ideals and economic interests. Maybe so. But the U.S. also had another interest in Egypt: torture.
WikiLeaks has just let us know that the U.S. government was interested in the mental health of Argentina’s president, Cristina Kirchner. It will be interesting to see what they want to know about Venezuela’s president, Hugo Chávez, but I can tell them one thing: he’s crazy.
I will be in the United States for the next few weeks and will be making a series of presentations. Come if you can. The following are open to the public.
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