When I reached age 80, I decided that it was time to organize my thoughts about my life and my impending death. Jokingly, I had often described myself as a "Hopeful Agnostic." Now, I'm not certain that that is an accurate description. This book is my attempt to answer the age-old questions about life, death and the hereafter. I know full well that the answers may never be found, but the quest might lead to my peace of mind and more self-awareness. One can only hope.

I had always wanted to visit Cuba. The mystique surrounding Castro and Che had piqued my curiosity and imagination. What was there about this tiny country which lay just 80 miles from Florida that prompted our government to treat it as a threat to our way of life? Why had we backed a poorly organized band of mercenaries in an aborted invasion attempt?Why had American celebrities and fun-seekers flocked there in pre-Castro days? Why is Cuba still a mecca for millions of tourists from all over the world?Why does our government make it so difficult for United States' citizens to visit there? Well, I found a way to go to try to find some answers to those questions and many others.This is the story of my visit and an account of what I found.

These essays, originally presented at a conference held at the University of Pennsylvania in March 1984, show that particular U.S. policies have played an important role in engendering resentment of the United States in the so-called Third World. The first chapter presents an overview of the problem and proposes the structure of an approach to it, including a typology of anti-Americanism. This is followed by essays which are country-specific or regional in scope (Mexico, Latin America, the Arab World, Turkey, South Asia, Malaysia, Africa) in which the contributors flesh out some of the cultural, ideological, and historical factors which have influenced the particular expressions of anti-Americanism in various parts of the third world. Finally, three contributors analyze the phenomenon in functional areas (the multinational corporations, the United Nations) and in terms of implications for the United States.

When I reached age 80, I decided that it was time to organize my thoughts about my life and my impending death. Jokingly, I had often described myself as a "Hopeful Agnostic." Now, I'm not certain that that is an accurate description. This book is my attempt to answer the age-old questions about life, death and the hereafter. I know full well that the answers may never be found, but the quest might lead to my peace of mind and more self-awareness. One can only hope.

This book is a very personal collection of poems and other writings that were written over a period of more than fifty years. They were written at times of strong emotional feelings about love, death, triumphs, tragedies and, even, the most mundane of life's events. It took fifty years for the author to gain the insight, the perspective and the courage to reveal his feelings for all to see. He hopes that the readers will see and recognize some of the emotion that plays such a big role in the lives of all of us.

I had always wanted to visit Cuba. The mystique surrounding Castro and Che had piqued my curiosity and imagination. What was there about this tiny country which lay just 80 miles from Florida that prompted our government to treat it as a threat to our way of life? Why had we backed a poorly organized band of mercenaries in an aborted invasion attempt?Why had American celebrities and fun-seekers flocked there in pre-Castro days? Why is Cuba still a mecca for millions of tourists from all over the world?Why does our government make it so difficult for United States' citizens to visit there? Well, I found a way to go to try to find some answers to those questions and many others.This is the story of my visit and an account of what I found.

This is the diary of the author as he realizes a life-long dream of riding the fabled Trans-Siberian Express from Moscow across the steppes and taiga of Siberia and into Mongolia, the land of Genghis Khan. In the capital city of Ulan Bator, he is blamed for a fire in his hotel room and is detained by the Mongolian police until payment is arranged. While in the capital, he is flown into the Gobi Desert where he lives in a ger, the home of the nomadic herders. It is a story of exotic people and exotic animals, all of whom contributed to this odyssey.

In his quest to look for adventure in exotic lands, the author found himself. The book includes his daily journals kept while traveling in Tanzania, Java, and the former Soviet Union. It includes, also, brief glimpses of life in Denmark, Sweden, Hungary and England. The journals exphasize the lives of people whom he met, not the usual descriptions of statues, monuments and museums. The book is the story of one man's attempt to find meaning for his life as he seeks to learn how other people live out their lives in far-away places.