Chas Smith

Live Chat Day 4 Of The Surf City El Salvador Pro - BeachGrit

Fugue in D Minor. I woke up on a day I can no longer remember, showered, shaved, finished house cleaning, packing, etc. then followed the

Zombie all day, vampire all night. Eventually one has to leave the time-suspended joys of the airport terminal, and its various adjacencies, that

I think, anyway. If not, discuss other important matters please.

I climbed into a waiting car, behind the family, yesterday morning drenched in sweat. Marrakech had dialed up its heat, gloriously, and the driver was

Tomorrow, we surf. Today, we drive. Longer road trips get rarer and rarer as one ages or maybe as one ages in an American metropole.

“All men dream: but not equally..." It came on swiftly, for some, more slowly, for others, but eventually stomach-wrenching sickness came for the entire family.

"We'll begin with a spin traveling in the world of random Arab television channel creation."

Oh what might have been. This Moroccan adventure is fast coming to a close and what an adventure it has been.

"I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool ya." The remaining bits of the family, wife, young daughter and I, woke up in Paris on June 21, the third Sunday of the month therefore Father's Day.