In 2012, I spent 14 days chasing the Dakar Rally as it transversed South America, from Buenos Aires across the Atacama Desert and Andes mountains to Chile, up its coast, then back to Buenos Aires, on the back of a BMW 1200GS motorcycle. On the flight home, I had an… Continue reading
Late last year I was talking with my friend, Rich Marin. Rich is recently “sort-of” retired. Although moving from New York City where he’s spent most of his career, to his new permanent residence near San Diego a few months back, he’s not yet grasped some of the key aspects… Continue reading
Several significant and momentous events in the past couple of years have me wishing I stayed in better touch with my family and friends. I should have maintained my old email newsletter. That newsletter, graciously described as “a horrid, holiday-family summary run amok,” or by others less gracious as “Larsen’s… Continue reading
I’ve gotten a few questions about my motorcycle ride in Mexico’s Copper Canyon and its timing, right before my second OH surgery. Here is some background on that trip and most importantly, some of the photographs that led to paintings by my wife, Maggie, who is an artist with a… Continue reading
Recovery from my April 2015 OHS (open heart surgery) seemed to be going splendidly except for a persistent cough. It would just not go away. Recovering in San Diego, we consulted respiratory experts at Scripps Memorial Hospital, but no cause was found. Back at Mayo in Phoenix, experts diagnosed it… Continue reading
Face it, at my age (69), a primary topic of conversation with friends relates to health and our various ailments. When younger, this drove me nuts. I swore to never indulge this sort of behavior. But that was before I had health issues to trump nearly everyone elses. My 1965… Continue reading
Having Open Heart Surgery at 15 years old in the summer of 1965, I became somewhat of a medical anomaly. As unusual and traumatic as that was, I managed to up the ante 50 years later and heart issues have been my primary concern the past few years. I’ve broken this story into 3 short bite size “parts.” Continue reading
My cousin Roger Larsen called me from California, early in 2019: “You sittin’ down, cuz?” he asks. I say I can be. Once seated he blurts out, “You have a daughter!” “I know,” I say. “She lives in California, name of Ginger, did you forget?” Roger responds, “No, you’ve got… Continue reading