05 Jul A Very Long Way to the Hong Kong Cafe
Several years ago I went to Greenland on a travel writing assignment. Getting there was a trip in itself. First I flew from New York to Ottawa, then from Ottawa to Iqaluit, Canada on commercial airliners. In Iqaluit, I hopped an eight-seater charter jet for the journey over the Greenland Sea. It was an exciting flight. Halfway there, at 25,000 feet or so, one of the baggage compartments popped open, releasing the Canadian pilot’s gear into the cold, cloudless skies. I couldn’t see what was happening from my side, but I heard him groan, “Oh shit!” and I thought we were...
12 Jan He Made Me Feel, For a Moment, Like a Genius
a scrap of memory from my time at Rolling Stone, circa 1978 I was going through old emails today and found this letter I wrote to Kevin Avery, a writer who is working on a Paul Nelson bio or anthology, can't remember which. He asked me to write my memories of Paul, and I came up with the following letter. While I was writing to remember Paul Nelson, I ended up remembering myself.--dm It has been 30 years since I worked with Paul at Rolling Stone, and my memories are very sketchy. I did write some reviews for him, but most of...
18 Jul Real Travel Soon to be Real-er
After 11 award-winning years and nearly 100 issues, I say goodbye to my Real Travel column in National Geographic Traveler (the last one is below). No worries, though--there will be more real travels to come on this blog, and eventually over at daisannmclane.com. So stay tuned. (click the image for a larger-type version.) ...
21 Mar Memory, Shanghai, and My Traveler’s Heart
In my latest column for National Geographic Traveler, I learn that sometimes you can't go back home again, even if you've only been gone for six months....
26 Sep I, Lady Complainer: A Memoir of My Trinidad Calypso Season
AUTHOR'S NOTE: An oldie from my archives--this article appeared in the 1990s, in a magazine that no longer exists. My calypso career as "Lady Complainer" began in 1984 and continued until 1986. Ah what nights! Singing my calypso number, sandwiched in the bill between a Chinese Trinidadian guy (who was hired as a comedy act because he sang off key and completely out of rhythm), and a pair of singing midgets.