Moving Mountains of Equipment

With the right equipment, the guys at Jack Pedowitz Machinery movers could probably move mountains. As a moving company specializing in heavy machinery, the Pedowitz teams use a range of tools from crowbars and hydraulic jacks to forklifts and even … Continued


A Spring Pop (aka Site Relaunch)

Something great just got better. Enlisting the amazing talents of my good friend Matt Schloss, a web designer and WordPress guru, blog.micahbrubin.com received a springtime polish. The site has a new face with cleaner text, bigger pictures, sharper galleries and … Continued


A Chilly Chinatown Night

New York at night holds a seductive allure. The landscape changes as the shadows, colors and shapes morph into grays and oranges and the reflection of traffic light reds, yellows and greens dance on the city’s bumpy streets. The Chinatown bustle, … Continued


Quirky Colombia: Mompox Part 3

For all its beautiful colonial charm, Mompox still has a quirky personality. And like most small towns, Mompox is too small to hide the eccentricities that reveal themselves while wandering its dusty streets. For me, there’s a lot of aimless … Continued


The Colombian Town Time Forgot

500-years ago, the Magdalena River’s rushing current transformed the Colombian island town of Mompox from a dusty village into a bustling commercial center. For years it thrived until times changed and the businesses moved to more accessible cities upriver. For … Continued


Life and Death at a Colombian Cockfight

Death’s doorway opened in 3 minutes and 13 seconds. Harsh blue light from two fist-sized coils of compact fluorescent bulbs illuminated the fighting pit, its dirt floor framed with a green cement ring and rickety wooden bleachers 4 benches high. … Continued


Cartagena’s Moody Romance

Cartagena breathes a moody romance – especially as the sun sets and silky shadows drape the city’s historic walls. It was only a few hours after my arrival and I was exploring the old city’s fortifications, waiting for my Courchsurfing … Continued


Running Cartagena’s Ramparts

It was like running through butter as thick, humid air melted the beads sweat pouring from my pores. The morning sun rose higher in the brilliant-blue sky, casting broiling rays on the mustard-painted buildings, their colonial facades stained with ages … Continued