Glory

The Garden Tomb

Due to some botch in planning, and despite enough churches to lift entire town at least a few kilometers closer to heaven, there was no Catholic mass in English on Easter Sunday in Jerusalem. So we went to sunrise service at the Garden Tomb, the spot where Protestants believe Jesus is buried. I’d slept just [...]

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The Cliff Hotel

The other day we realized that we’d hit hotel bottom here in Amman. Besides the piles of decade-old dirt in the corners, the obscene toilet, and the smelly blankets, its usually about 50 degrees in our room. To combat the cold, we’ve been sleeping together, in one very small bed to keep warm. Which would [...]

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Sophia

Since we’ve let the United States, two years and six months ago to this very day, I realize that there’s three of us on this trip. Me, Michael and Sophia. Sophia, as many know thanks to popular culture, stems from the Greek word for wisdom. Its root rests between suffixes and prefixes throughout the English [...]

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That 70’s Day

We hitchhiked today. It was the first time for both of us. Never took more than six minutes to get a ride and four friendly people carried us across the southwestern half of the country. A Turkish bus (complete with wet wipes, tea, juice, cookies and water) is not bad, but hitchhiking is better. It’s [...]

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How to find the glory. . .

You might have noticed that our website is called Glory-ho. It is unfortunate that variations and typos of this phrase bring the viewer to porn (particularly ass porn), but we’re not changing our name. Were not going to just “go by Mike”. Because after all, why should we change when he’s the one who sucks. [...]

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Poetry Thursday: Turkish Bath

A spa in a barrio. . . where did I think it would be?Black birkas stuffed with women, trapped in sunlight splotches, asleep on the davenports wooden stalls that creaked when I crossed the floor What was I supposed to do? A scarf-tied, brown-toothed baba would become my red-pantied bather getting down to skin, Yes, [...]

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The Athens Classic Marathon

The Athens Classic Marathon isn’t just a marathon. It’s THE marathon. The closely related ancestor of this course was a cornerstone of the ancient Olympic Games held in the 5th century BC. This exact course was used in the original modern Olympic Games in 1896 and the most recent Olympics in 2004. According to legend, [...]

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Post Marathon and Pro Mykonos

We’d gone down too early. Huddled in the lower deck of the ship, vibrations attacking from every angle, we stood waiting for the rope to move so the ramp could lower, so the chain could be opened so the people could push. We should have waited. It was too soon. What were we thinking? That [...]

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Two P’s in an I Pod: Poignant and Pococurante

I’ve got something in my pocket and it goes across my face. I keep it very close to me in a most important place. You’ll never ever guess it if you guessed a long long while. So I’ll take it out and put it on, its my great big ___ _____ Anyone who knows this [...]

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Captain Ahab

We were walking home from Taxim, Istanbul that April. A little lost, but a little found, toward the Galata Bridge with its fresh fisherman and seagull-swarming mosque views. If you squinted, they became a cartoon, a postcard with all the requirements: third-grade drawing birds, blue sky, pink lights, the domes and turrets of a castle [...]

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