Driving a taxi in Kolkata

I imagine myself brave. One of my enduring memories from India happened within minutes of arriving. 36 college students touched down, and together we left the airport. Joel, our guide and arranger of every detail, had taxis waiting for us. I was giddy. I threw my suitcase into the trunk of this heavy metal, yellow car. I climbed in the back next to my sweaty travel mates. Joel gave us the name of the hotel, shouted it to the driver. We left. My eyes were stretched wide. The smell, the hot breeze from the open windows. I was chattering with my…

knee, nuptials, and no snow

Knee news: Despite percolating for a while and sleeping in a tiny white room at the Peace Corps office for a few nights, the knee is a mystery.  Nothing torn or damaged according to the MRI.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for having intact cartilage and whole ligaments.  You only get two legs in this life, and I’m not eager to have anyone trimming away at my knee parts.  Final outcome: take some ibuprofen so the swelling will go down.  Wait to see if my knee spazzes out again.  Go see an ortho specialist in the States.  Here’s to…