Jack Fisher

I was going to visit the theatre today, arriving in Amman in the morning – except at the time of this incident, I was passed out in my hostel, one block away from the theatre, from the heat.

The one character I see more than Mickey Mouse around the world: the Laughing Cow, of the cheese fame.

We rushed headlong into the crazy dialogue. In fits and starts we began, eyeing the line that crawled to the flight attendant, careening from the silly to the sublime, opining on crazy Elyse's beliefs and surviving on my own desire to escape the tedium of the airport...

What was atypical was that the maniac drove on the shoulder of the freeway – brushing the freakin wall – in the rain.

Men chat and smoke at coffee shops that dot the dusty streets – there's something so male and great about that. Hello, the kids shout. Then inevitably: You're welcome!

It's been awesome to have Joe come out – and for three weeks! – cause I think Thailand is one of those countries where there are so many touristy things to do that having a buddy along for the ride makes it all the better. That and he's bailed me out a couple of times.