Enjoying my vanilla ice cream in eastern Berlin’s Café Sibylle, I ponder the half-mustache carved in stone that hangs overhead. My “Swedish sundae,” which comes with chocolate sprinkles and a shot of ...

Whenever I visit Berlin I can’t help remembering my spooky visit to East Berlin back in 1971. I vividly recall how, as we were about to return to West Berlin, our tour bus was stopped and emptied at a ...

If you could take a road trip with your younger self, how well do you think the two of you would get along? Would you have an admiration for each other? Would you even recognize each other? Rick ...