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Refugees I – The Flight Out
Twenty-five years ago today I became a refugee. Technically I suppose I still am one. We’ve never gone back. In April 1990 we were living in Monrovia, capital of Liberia (West Africa if you need to find it on a map). A civil war had started on Christmas Eve. Government troops seemed mostly ineffective, and […]
Seize The Day
I am a news junkie, but I try to scale that addiction back when on vacation. I try not to read a newspaper, or watch television news. But sometimes a story is so big it intrudes on my holidays, like the Ebola outbreak in West Africa. I remember West Point, the Liberian ghetto almost no-one […]
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