In 12th Grade, in New York City, in 1983, I was a bike messenger. It was not just a job, but also extra training for weekend bike races in Central Park, so I loved it. I got to see little snapshots of a great big city, every day after school. One day, however, I’d just as soon forget: it was…
In honor of my 2 hours in Dubai airport, here’s a story about that zany town. It’s not exactly divorce-related, but there’s a definite legal angle.
Remember the good ol’ days? 16-hour workdays in the mines, voting by the landed gentry only, and debtor’s prison too?
Wild wacky Dubai, home of the “world’s first” 7-star hotel,
Years ago I was in the Frankfurt airport for a couple of hours between flights. Wandering around I passed not only a homeopathic pharmacy but also a pornographic movie theater. I guess this isn’t that surprising for a country that has long had legal prostitution (of course, being Germany, the prostitutes apparently must pay taxes and charge sales…
