Finding Atlantis by Hal Ackerman

No summer will be remembered more passionately, in more vastly different ways that the summer of ‘69. Events that occurred within sixty days redefined the outer limits of humanity. In both directions. There was sublime peace and love at Woodstock. There were bloody corpses in Bel Air. Jimi Hendrix, Joni Mitchell/Charles Manson. Helter Skelter. Teddy […]

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My Crete

I’m flying to Crete on Saturday. My experience with Greek islands tells me that I should expect the island to be heaped with rocks and chockablock with incredibly friendly waiters. I can’t wait. The bad luck is that I’m leaving an unusually sunny Munich (90 degrees on Saturday) for an island that hasn’t exactly opened […]

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