Back in country, re-time zoning, getting reacquainted with my luggage which arrived home one day after I did, having missed the entirety of the German leg of the trip, and I’m just going to get right down to it and screed. 
No preamble. No messing about. Continue reading
After a couple days here in Paris, my initial impression is that the War on the Car has not been won. They’re everywhere despite any claims you might have heard to the contrary. Continue reading
(We here at All Fried Up in the Big Smoke are doing our damnedest to adhere to a very strict American boycott policy. Since we don’t pay anyone for contributing to this site, technically speaking, we’re not purchasing a U.S. product with today’s post. And besides, our Los Angeles correspondent, Ned Teitelbaum, is one of the good ones. With the subject matter being public transit, a favourite topic of ours, look at it as endeavouring to build a bridge between two beefing allies, no tolls applied.)
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Charles Mingus gave free concerts on the Red Car. Reyner Banham missed it. Continue reading