GLEN ELLEN, Calif.-Rain fell. Nothing major, certainly not on the level of an Old Testament gully washer. Just a steady, spitting splatter of linked hydrogen and hydroxyl ions that turned the ground squishy and made you want to nominate the inventor of Gor-Tex for a Nobel.
Mollie Fitzgerald, 53, is co-owner of Frontiers International Travel (www.frontierstravel.com), an upscale leisure-oriented travel agency. She lives in the Pittsburgh area and is a 1985 Duke University grad. Her company operates Ryabaga Camp, a wilderness fishing resort in Russia near the Arctic Circle.
It's a generally accepted fact that New Orleans is unlike any other American city. Where else will you find people willingly boarding buses marked "Cemeteries"? Where else will voodoo priests and priestesses be lauded as rock stars, their graves decorated with floral tributes? What other city deifies its sinners and names its football team the Saints?
"If you've tried three flies and still haven't hooked one of these guys," said Scott Tarrant, wading farther out into the Tarryall River, "remember what the old timers say. Foam is home. Follow the bubbles."
It was late summer 1939. Winston Churchill, then a member of the British Parliament, and artist Paul Maze were leisurely painting at their easels by a babbling brook in the French countryside. Suddenly, a young messenger boy came running across the field, clutching a telegram. "Situation worsening," it read. "Advice: Come home. You might have a job," Maze would later recall in a documentary.
An island is a world apart - that's part of what makes them such in-demand travel destinations. But you don't need to go to Hawaii or the Bahamas to experience that distinctive sense of place and culture.
Universal's Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey has bedeviled many big and tall riders who discover at the last moment that their journey aboard the new attraction is indeed forbidden because they don't fit in the "enchanted benches."