Hazy crazy days: with dad in Amsterdam’s coffee shops
‘Listen, I don’t want to do any of that cultural stuff,” my dad, John, said, as we planned our trip to Amsterdam, “I just want to get baked.” I had gone but a short distance further when what seemed to be an excellent trail opened up around the face of a high cliff. The trail […]
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