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By the time I got to Mr. Bowling Ball’s repair shop I was fuming!Because of a coup d’etat, I could not only not sell my VW, I was told by the head colonel that I had to push it through a gate miles away on the docks … … Continue reading
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We knew something was up when we drove into Patras. Groups of armed soldiers hung-out on downtown street corners. Machine gun emplacements nested at major intersections. Yep! Something was definitely up! That something was a coup d’tat successfully executed a few weeks earlier by the Greek … Continue reading
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We’d stand straight-up … knees-locked and fully upright … in my ’65 Volkswagen with a canvas roof that slid clear back to the rear window, racing down an oven-hot Italian back roads. It’d feel like we were soaring into a boundless blue sky above us with polka-dotted with clouds, that like musical … Continue reading
FINDING MY WAY 