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Road Trip!!! CA Via NV, UT, WY to CO

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January 24, 2010 at 9:55 pm

When I Was 13, My Dad Showed me Amsterdam

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Now at his 65th birthday, Frankel and son are hitting Vegas.

 

 

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November 29, 2009 at 9:11 am

Leave Tonight or Die This Way

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Radio is playing

Your mind shoots back to summer mornings

Northern California and your driving

Lost in the fields, sun is on your dashboard.

 

You’re calm.

Staring at the clouds, August scents fills you from the out

You crack open a window

Hand hanging, touching the wind.

Not so clear where to go

Another intersection followed by three lights

Seeking a street in this college bicycle town

Kids running wild

Lawns wearing yellow.

 

Maybe turn here

Nothing to lose

With a full tank of gas.

Time on your side

Alone and misplaced

Finally you’re an adult

 

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November 19, 2009 at 9:16 pm

A Trip in Photos

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Ben Gurion Airport

The Welcome

The Locals

The Locals

The Architecture

The Architecture

The Agriculture

The Agriculture

The Heights

The Heights

The Markets

The Markets

The Language

The Language

The Parking

The Parking

The Propaganda

The Propaganda

The Chuck

The Chuck

The Pitas

The Pitas

The IL

The IL

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October 12, 2009 at 12:18 pm

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Oh Carolina

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The road is so dark, I can barely see more than 50 meters ahead of me. I pull over to urinate about 40 minutes southeast of Charlotte, and as I unzip my pants I hear an odd sound emerging from the bushes, and recognize the silhouette of a giant deer running away shortly after. It’s 1:30AM, and I’m literally in the middle of nowhere. I look far ahead to see a sign declaring: “God is good. Always” underneath a small church, and note to myself that this is the 5th of these lighted banners I’ve seen since my drive began.

Three days later, my views of America and of Americans had changed dramatically. Excluding a short visit to Fort Lauderdale, this Carolina venture has deflowered me and my innocent perception of the US of A. I’ve heard / read / watched endless tales and legends about “how it’s like in the South”, yet, when my eyes encountered it in real life, I was partly baffled. On Sunday evening I made my way to a local bar alongside Little River on the footsteps of Myrtle Beach, stumbling upon a pack of rednecks, bikers, obese people, little kids, slutty fake-haired blondes and Jesus Christ, tattooed on every 2nd person’s body. All the men are tall and gorgeous. Women are either redhead or platinum blonde, with blue eyes and short skirts. It’s 90+ degrees, the scent of honeysuckle and the ocean is filling my nostrils, and everybody appear to be completely content leading a life that essentially consists of lunches at Ruby Tuesdays and fried chicken with a cold PBR for dinner. So, is this the real America?

The South is so different. It’s poles apart than, say, my beloved San Francisco. A sense of small town mentality rules the atmosphere and people don’t care for much but living the moment. Or do they? I saw the same people wherever I went, and they seemed familiar with all and sundry around them. Lots of Army stickers glued to cars, and from some reason, ‘Hibachi style cooking’ is big here. I saw no “Apple” Paraphernalia, and though I might sound like a jerk for saying this, from a few conversations I had with the natives, people didn’t seem too educated, or even a tad aware of anything happening beyond this small South Carolina town. I thought about it a little, and couldn’t really decide if these people are genuinely satisfied with what they have, and they live in this bubble, drinking excessively and behave the way they do in order to celebrate their existence, or are they miserable, and their demeanor is an attempt of escaping this horrible, no future – no present life?

I’m still thinking about it.

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May 12, 2009 at 3:31 pm

Road Trippin’

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The drive begins

On route

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April 5, 2009 at 9:00 am

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