By Fred A. Reed I can hear the eyebrows zipping up like windowshades already. But I’m going to go ahead and do it. Tell what happened to...

By Fred A. Reed When I mentioned to a dear old friend that I was contemplating writing about rain, he immediately sent me the lyrics to...

By Fred A. Reed When I look eastward out of the kitchen window every morning, I survey the urban roof-scape of Agadir, our Moroccan...

By Fred Reed Morocco – One of the many advantages of growing old is that you have more time to remember. Providing you haven’t forgotten...

By Fred Reed Dear old friend! I’m replying to your suggestion that I write about Ramadan in Morocco. After several days of hesitation and...

By Fred Reed Dearest old friend, I’m going to pursue the writing of this note intermittently as other tasks may intervene. But what’s the...

From Fred Reed Dear old friend! As the days blend imperceptibly into weeks and maybe even into months, we’ve become adept at observing...

By Jay Stone DUNEDIN, Fla. — The senior citizen finds himself in Florida in the middle of a worldwide epidemic because it was a trip...

By Fred Reed Agadir, Morocco – When the East wind blows, our town goes slightly crazy. Plastic bottles bounce and roll down the street...

By Jay Stone TORREMOLINOS, Spain – A few years ago I was in Barcelona, where, once upon all time, Pablo Picasso went to school. As a...

By Jay Stone MIJAS, Spain — It’s easy to fall in love with this picturesque town high on a mountain above Spain’s Costa del Sol: its...

By Jay Stone MARBELLA, Spain — This city at the eastern end of the Mediterranean is known as the “Miami Beach of the Costa del Sol.” I’m...

By Jay Stone BENALMÁDENA, Spain — It takes about an hour to walk from the hotel in Torremolinos to the Parque de la Paloma here, in the...