“Oy Vey’Izmir” (a type of desert kvetch), says Jordan, when I ask what part of Turkey Buket’s from. I wish I had snapped a photo of these two young folks sitting next to us this morning at our Frank’s breakfast. 318 more words
Falling in love with Prague is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
Here, they play house music in every bar. There is no such thing as live bluegrass, but one night while I was drinking a strawberry pina colada at Deja Vu, a music club off of Jakubská, they played… 282 more words
We need fewer entrepreneurs and idea folks and more doers who get good ideas out there.
We tend to focus on the glitz and glamor of new ideas and products. 44 more words