The Scooter McFarland Story – Part 4

Real Tourism . . . and Near Disaster "What a fine day to go to the Grand Canyon." So I said when I awoke in my hostel bedroom, to no one in particular. The weather forecast called for temperatures in the eighties and a ten percent chance of rain. My ninety-minute drive north to visitor …

Pulled Over in Memphis on Acid

I faced a long drive back to my Atlanta home after three weeks doing stand-up comedy — and partying heavily every night — in Colorado Springs and Albuquerque in 2005. To save money on the way back, I stayed with a friend in Oklahoma one night, but still had twelve hours of driving to go …

My Hong Kong Adventure—and a Love Story, Part Two

Next, I wandered toward the harbor front, to the imaginatively-named Central and Western District Promenade. This vast patch of well-kept lawns and spanking new plazas offered sweeping views of Kowloon across the harbor, and the modern architecture of Central. Most notable was part of the Hong Kong Convention Center, which looks like a poor man’s Sydney Opera House — except the poor man is rich. In fact, HK currently enjoys a massive budget surplus, and it shows.