I am read and listened to and this is a pleasure, but I would never have had this opportunity without first having been a Cosmo Girl for the late and charming Helen Gurley Brown, who created part of my arsenal of experiences from which I draw upon to write.
Hong Kong was a series of peaks and valleys. It had dramatically tall buildings juxtaposed against narrow streets. The harbor of Kowloon was just on the other side of the island and we went there for lunch on a sampan with Harry.
I listened for voices but heard none. When we passed through the checkpoint to West Berlin, it was as though someone had turned on a stereo and painted the background. There were people hustling and bustling. Life.