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Rundown
for the Week of May 10, 2002 Listen
to the Whole Show Opening
Of Show David
and Goliath
"Bad things can happen and, for someone like me
with a well-developed imagination of disaster, the old thrill ride formula
-- fear-death = fun -- doesn't compute. But for an eleven-year-old, whose sense of death is mercifully so abstract as to become inconsequential,
it's a formula that works as surely as the laws of physics guiding
our trajectory..."
--David Brancaccio, on riding roller coasters with his son. Traveler's
Aid : How Far Does Your Dollar Go?
--Our Travel-Expert-in-Residence, Rudy Maxa, gives us information
on how to stretch your traveling dollar. Local
Station Break: Travels
with Mom
"And it occurs to me, we're traveling right
now, here in the background -- not in space, which requires too much Kleenex
after a certain age, and too many bottles of pills, but in time. That
road is always open, isn't it? Memory lane, there's no footpath -- it's
the interstate. It's fast, it's free. And the older you get, the further
it goes."
--Larry Massett, on "traveling" with his mother. Ireland
by Horseback
"We
are galloping on Irish draft horses, massive animals with hairy
legs and oversized, convex faces. Positively prehistoric looking.
We are hauling through farmland dotted with cottages, some with
only the ribs of roofs remaining, long-ago abandoned."
--Karen Lowe, on journeying through Ireland with her daughter Erica
on horseback. Local
Station Break: Deal
Of The Week: London Theatre Bargains
--Our Travel-Expert-in-Residence, Rudy Maxa, unleashes his Deal of
the Week: London Theatre Bargains. Interview:
P.J. O'Rourke
"The road is convenient for bullock carts, donkey gigs, horse wagons, pack camels, the occasional laden elephant -- not convenient for taking them anywhere, just convenient. There, they stand along with the sheep, goats, water buffalo, the innumerable cows, all sacred I assume."
--P.J. O'Rourke, on his trip down the Grand Trunk Road. Postcard:
Three Days in Lisbon
"I discovered
the Euro equivalent to the hot dog (a sausage in a croissant)."
--Scott Rosenberg, on his three, sense-filled days in Lisbon. |
