I had no idea that donkeys wore shoes until I scanned this slide from my wife. Mazar-i-Sharif, Afghanistan. About 1970.
Of all the things that happened, more didn’t happen
We used to casually say “Have a nice day.” Now we say “Stay safe.”
Mazar-i-Sharif, Afghanistan, about 1970
Early autumn, 1968. My Peace Corps group arrived in Kabul the evening before. When I arose the next morning and looked out the hotel window, this is what I saw. School girls.
I remember when Beirut was the Paris of the east.
Not all things in life are certain–memories are
My mother, written in 1979, age 89