For a Distant Land to Roam

Although now I’ve lived long enough to reach an age I never thought I’d see, there is no way that I can remember a cold November in the year 1891. But I do know that story and I’d like to share it with you today. On a fateful day in a distant and remote mountain…

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

Now that The Cat Is Halfway Out of the Bag, I can tell you a story like this one: Not too long ago, on a shockingly cold afternoon, I was standing on a downtown sidewalk here in Unicorn City with the two homeless people that I adopted. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a police car…

Piki, Nebunul Oficial de Floresti

SCENE: Standing on a street corner in downtown Cluj-Napoca at around 8 o’clock at night. BUDDY #1: Oh my god, look over there. It’s Piki. BUDDY #2: Yeah, Piki the officially crazy guy of Floresti. Me: Why is he the officially crazy guy of Floresti? BUDDY #1: Because everyone in that village knows that his…