Jesse Langley

“Finding El Salvador” by Guest Author Jesse Langley

Wednesday, November 30th, 2011

Guest Author Jesse Langley

I woke up late with the sun streaming through my bedroom window and setting off an internal panic alarm somewhere in the vicinity of last night’s pancakes.  I was halfway into a pair of chinos and shrugging into a wrinkled blazer while stuffing my feet into penny loafers when I realized it was Saturday.  I wasn’t late to class after all, but I was up entirely too early for a Saturday morning.  I looked over at my alarm clock.  8:15. I glanced past the alarm clock briefly and considered my rumpled memory foam mattress longingly.  But the panic of thinking I was late for class had already jumpstarted a three-coffee equivalent of adrenaline in my system.  Going back to bed would be useless.  I grabbed a scarf out of the hall closet and went into the kitchen to inspect the coffee situation.  There was still half a pot of yesterday’s French roast sitting cold on the counter so I poured a full mug and gulped it down before heading out into a nearly empty campus. (more…)

‘Homeward Bound’ by Jesse Langley

Tuesday, November 1st, 2011

Guest Author Jesse Langley

It was a cold and slushy early March evening when I finally got my battered suitcase packed.  I had passed the winter days writing, studying and working on my online MBA.  Not having to trundle out into the winter to class every day was nice and my apartment was warm.  But I’d endured three solid months of gray skies, dirty gray slush and gray granite buildings.  I could not handle another day of gray.

And then yesterday it hit me; I didn’t have to stay here.  Everything I was doing here could be done with my laptop and a broadband connection.  I could literally go anywhere and still pursue my education.  Gray clouds scudded low towards the east as I stuffed my suitcase and laptop into the small front trunk of my old red 1973 Porsche 914 and headed south. Sitting in the cracked vinyl driver’s seat, I looked at my map to find the farthest point south I could get to.

Key West, Florida looked the most likely.  I re-counted the money I had stashed away in an old tube sock.  $400.  It was enough to last for a while if I avoided impulse spending and encountered no problems with the Porsche.  I fired up the car and eased out through the frozen mud and slush and into the street.  Ice chunks bumped against the underbelly of the car as I drove carefully toward the interstate and pointed the car south.  (more…)

‘The Pride of Pimlico’ by Guest Author Jesse Langley

Saturday, October 1st, 2011

Guest Author Jesse Langley

I flew into London on the anniversary of D-Day.  As we broke through the dense cloud cover over Gatwick, I couldn’t help thinking that London looked like Jessica Lange—getting a little decrepit, but you still have to admit that the old girl’s still got it.  I covered up the sound of the squalling baby in the seat behind me by stuffing my headphones into my ears and turning up the volume on The Weepies.

I waited like all the other sad sacks in the long line leading to customs and endured the inordinate suspicion of the customs agent who had apparently never heard of university fellowships.  I suspected he may have been dowsing his fish and chips with more malt vinegar than was absolutely necessary.  While waiting on my luggage I exchanged a wad of dollars for a much smaller number of British pounds.  I had never seen bills so huge.  Those things were the size of napkins.  But they were all emblazoned with a very regal looking Queen Elizabeth, and that took my attention away from wondering how big English wallets would have to be to accommodate such monstrosities.  After claiming my battered backpack from the luggage carousel and wondering how the ground crew managed to get sufficient grease smeared on it to transfer to my pinstriped linen pants, I wandered out and caught a train bound for Victoria station. (more…)

‘Homeward Bound’ by Guest Author Jesse Langley

Monday, August 1st, 2011
Jesse Langley

Jesse Langley

It was a cold and slushy early March evening when I finally got my battered suitcase packed.  I had passed the winter days writing, studying and working on my online MBA.  Not having to trundle out into the winter to class every day was nice and my apartment was warm.  But I’d endured three solid months of gray skies, dirty gray slush and gray granite buildings.  I could not handle another day of gray.

And then yesterday it hit me; I didn’t have to stay here.  Everything I was doing here could be done with my laptop and a broadband connection.  I could literally go anywhere and still pursue my education.  Gray clouds scudded low towards the east as I stuffed my suitcase and laptop into the small front trunk of my old red 1973 Porsche 914 and headed south. Sitting in the cracked vinyl driver’s seat, I looked at my map to find the farthest point south I could get to.

Key West, Florida looked the most likely.  I re-counted the money I had stashed away in an old tube sock.  $400.  It was enough to last for a while if I avoided impulse spending and encountered no problems with the Porsche.  I fired up the car and eased out through the frozen mud and slush and into the street.  Ice chunks bumped against the underbelly of the car as I drove carefully toward the interstate and pointed the car south. (more…)