When I was a young boy, my greatest desire was to travel the world.
In the early 1970s I hitchhiked across the USA east to west and north to south.
1978 I arrived in London during the punk era
After Viktor Malenski was murdered on West 24th Street, I escaped Reagan's America to live in Paris, the City of Light.
The Yucatan in 1988.
France 1989
The 1990s and 2000s belonged to Asia.
Biak.
Bali.
And most importantly Thailand.
I have family in most countries.
Of blood and soul.
On every continent.
But now thanks to Covid I am stranded in the USA.
The EU has banned all entries from the States, as the Coruna Virus runs out of control, and I can't blame Europe.
Only two states have decreasing infection rates.
I am trapped here.
Thankfully I had the 169 Bar Covid Strand. I have antibodies. I will donate them to the right blood center as ,long as they don't give it to the rich.
One day I will be free and I will be happy again.
Boston.
Tony's on Wollaston Beach.
The Barnacle on Marblehead Harbor.
Paris.
And most importantly Thailand with the clan.
Love to the world.
We are one.
E pluribus unum.
Especially in New York Ciity.
