The Slow Train

We had to catch an early Sunday train to New York and the only option was the Amtrak local, no Acelas until after noon. We had a “business class” car, which essentially meant a little extra leg room. The train stops everywhere—like a Greyhound Bus, you can wave it down in your driveway or backyard. But it’s clean, has a decent café car, and the staff is quite courteous. We departed from Providence two minutes late. Here are my observations: …


Magic Carpet Workshop

  Alan Weiss conducting his rare Magic Carpet Workshop in the amphitheater where the Greek Carpetus Shagus the Elder first started the discipline in Mykonos. Rugs come from all over the world to attend. The fee is $1,000 per square foot. Here you see him addressing the sold out crowd, and interacting with one participant, while others are in rapt attention. This group was from Persia. On the third day they learn to fly.  





Heading for Israel

I awoke at 5 am for my 5:45 limo to the train station. I caught the Acela down to Newark, and it was smack on time. A very courteous cab driver drove me over to the airport for $20. Why this circuitous route? Because only in Newark can I get a first class, non-stop seat going to Tel Aviv. El Al treats people carefully  but not entirely graciously. Everyone talked to me in Hebrew, and they were all surprised when …



Kyoto

I’m in Kyoto for a meeting with my Pacific Rim Growth Cycle. The city is slightly over a million people, but quite charming. You can drive along narrow roads bordering a small river, with walkways spanning the water (no hand rails whatsoever). Along the streets are scores of wonderful restaurants, serving traditional Japanese meals in traditional manner, some with Michelin stars. Uber has been unsuccessful here because the cabs are spotless, the drivers wear suits and ties and gloves, and …



Nantucket Notes

Notes from Nantucket: There are fewer rabbits this year. There used be dozens scampering around the lawn all day, now I only see one or two. There is an osprey that has taken up residence, often sitting 30 feet up on top of the flagpole. I’m assuming a causal relationship with the rabbit disappearance. A deer ran alongside my car, on the bike path, for about a hundred yards, and I clocked him at 40 MPH before he leaped a …