Funny poem. Rhyming words ending with “eal” and “eel”.

Most of the foods that we associate with Thanksgiving comes from a legendary Wampanoag Indian named Squanto. He wasn’t just a famous Native American warrior and statesman; Squanto is also remembered in history as a man who showed the Pilgrims how to survive when they first came to America.

A haiku poem.

I`ll mot change those lips for win or tasty meals. I have nectar, a better deal.

A poem I wrote about macdonalds food.

Poem by Roberto Fishman.

Day 2: Bus Journey via Kathmandu to Pokhara
Day 3: In and Around Pokhara, Nepal

The early morning breezed in some nice aromas of Nepalese Breakfast once I opened the journey windows of the hotel room. But with no time on hand, we dressed and rushed to the hotel entrance to catch a bus to Pokhara City and arrived there within 10 minutes. A huge crowd of locals, students and tourists evaded the sidewalks and rows of buses to different cities lined the busy mid-street. We handed our bags to the hotel attendant who had willfully agreed to drop us to the bus stand. Once our bags were loaded onto the bus and bus tickets checked, we hurried to the near restaurant and treated ourselves to some warm boiled eggs, butter, black curried peas, toast and Nepalese tea. A few minutes later, it was time to board the bus and start our onwards to Pokhara.

A final visit home for a class reunion and recollections of some folks long gone.

The loss of a steady companion of many years.

What would you want your last meal to be if a disaster were to come?