They were books that were difficult to find. I went back to California and I went up to the Bay Area to a couple of community colleges and I took Hindi and I had these books on the back of a motorcycle and they blew off on the Cajon Pass. So I bought ‘em twice. […]

You’re flying over the desert and all of a sudden the lights come up on this runway. There’s nothing there. And we get off and they take us into this Quonset hut and tell us to order Coca Cola. The only purpose was to land and fuel. We were the only plane on the runway. […]

I didn’t live in a Dak Bungalow. I had a host family. I lived in a stone building in a field. The family was considered a very progressive farmer. He and the division government were drilling a deep water tube well. That was entirely a happenstance but it fascinated me. In addition to helping harvest […]

Varanasi is a place that people come to die. So there’s an entire industry set up on the banks. It’s very much kind of a teaming town, a lot of rickshaws. All of a sudden you come to the river and there’s an entirely different experience of basically people who no one knew who die. […]

I made two calls the entire time I was in India. No, my parents got a letter quite a while after the fact. You’d stand in one line in India at the post office to buy the stamps and another line to mail the letter or they’d steal the stamps to resell them.