In case you didn’t notice, it’s 2021. We’ve taken down the Christmas trees, finished burning the Kwanza candles, opened our swimsuit calendars, and entered a new year with a fresh and hopeful perspective. Some of us, anyway.
From Kuwait to the USA Military travel can be a lot like bowling. With every movement across the glossy hardwood lane of life, you anticipate a strike, if you’re lucky, but usually end up with a spare or gutter ball.
From Ali Al Salem to Camp Arifjan I awoke one Friday morning after a few glorious hours of sleep. It was August 28 in the year of the virus. My mission that morning was to find my lost duffel bag. If you recall, this was the bag with all my clothes in it that had
Al Udeid to Ali Al Salem I must have slept for six or seven hours. It was midday, and the lights were still off. The two or three other transients inside were sleeping as well. I knew that I should probably get up and eat.
It’s strange to be back in the US. Everyone has been dealing with the pandemic and lockdowns, and here I show up, ready to party. There’s lost time to be made up here, about a month, by my estimates.
It’s been over two months since my last blog post. What happened? Blogs, I’m told, should be a weekly endeavor at the least. Those are the rules, and the last thing I want to do at my age is to start disregarding the rules. Procrastination and juvenile shenanigans are things of the past. I need
*Editor’s note: Leonard Maltin’s opinions are his own. He hasn’t written a blog or review since the MySpace era, so please excuse his doldrum existence and blissfully unaware views.
Each time I think this website is ready to launch, something else pops up to further delay the process. Do I have enough content? Do the pages look right? Will everyone laugh at me? Should I invest in more gold? You know, the obvious questions we ask ourselves.