This week, I invite you to enjoy another sea story on my author’s blog.
Next week, we’ll continue up the Po River. Please join me.
Smooth roads and tailwinds,
JT
Come on over: Shaka, bra!
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Come on over: Valencia oranges
This week, I invite you to enjoy another sea story on my author’s blog.
Next week, we’ll start a new travelogue. Please join me.
Smooth roads and tailwinds,
JT
Come on over: silver at the “cruiser Olympics”
This week, I invite you to enjoy another sea story on my author’s blog.
Next week, we’ll start a new travelogue. Please join me.
Smooth roads and tailwinds,
JT
Come on over: riding on the Riviera
This week, I invite you to enjoy another sea story on my author’s blog.
Next week, we’ll ride around Mallorca, continuing our tour of Iberia.
Smooth roads and tailwinds,
JT
Come on over: war games in the dark
This week, I invite you to enjoy another sea story on my author’s blog.
Next week, we’ll ride into Andalusia, continuing our tour of Iberia.
Smooth roads and tailwinds,
JT
Come on over!
This week, the sea stories on this blog will begin to move. The Freewheeling Freelancer will continue to carry non-fiction about living and working on the road, and about my bicycle travels. Meanwhile, the site jthine.com will host fiction and memoir. Each Saturday, I will post to one site and publish a link on the other.
Sea stories have been favourites on the porch in the evening ever since sailors have had grandchildren or buddies at the local pub. This week, I invite you to read or re-read the account of my growing up as an urban cyclist in Rome during the 1950s and 1960s. https://jthine.com/blog/. Enjoy!
Until next time,
Smooth roads and tailwinds,
Jonathan.
Sea story: Who, him? He’s NATO. (1986)
US Navy HQ, London
Spring of 1986. It is time for the United States and Italy to re-negotiate their Joint Forces Agreement, the document that articulates the details of the military alliance between the two countries. As part of the process, the military delegations of the two allies meet to work on those details. Continue reading
Sea story: Growing up on a bike (1953-1963)
When I was four and five, Mom was the buyer for a national toy company. As you can imagine, we had obscene Christmases, because she could get the latest toys and games for wholesale or less. 
I remember having a pedal-powered Austin car identical to that of Prince Charles (his was green; mine was cream-coloured), and such luxuries. Continue reading
Sea story: Italy, then and now (1956-2019)
Almost exactly three years ago, I posted a piece called “A Tale of Two Cultures”. This week I revisit a tale of two cultures in the same country updating it to bring us to 2019. Enjoy! Sea story: Don’t inhale! (1967)
At the Naval Academy, the summers before our Third Class (sophomore) and First Class (senior) years were devoted to afloat training, with the 3/c filling enlisted billets on ships and the 1/c trying junior officer roles. This summer as Midshipmen Second Class, we were learning “everything else”. We went to Primary Flight Training (“Pri-Fly”) in Pensacola, Florida, to Amphibious warfare training at Camp Pendleton, Virginia, and to Submarine School in Groton, Connecticut,. I told you about Pri-Fly back on 21 May 2016 (https://freewheelingfreelancer.com/2016/05/21/sea-story-pri-fly-1967/). After learning how to fly, we headed north to Submarine School. Continue reading
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