Author Archives: hunttravels

“Hunt Travels” is the English equivalent to the concept of “adventures” in American Sign Language, according to the Ameslan textbook by my teacher and friend Lou Fant. These stories are the exceptional moments of my life journeys. Our stories are … Continue reading →

“Those of you who are under eighteen will be charged with curfew, and those of you over eighteen will be charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor for keeping the under eighteens out after curfew.” “WHAT?” “At least … Continue reading →

Through a series of lucky circumstances, I landed a gig working free-lance for Mattel in 1984, the summer of the LA Summer Olympics. At that time they were still in their creaking old facility in Hawthorne, CA, and there was … Continue reading →

Tour de France- 1967 “The City of Homes” is the motto on the official crest of my home town and it was a fine example of a post-war bedroom community. A quiet middle-class suburb of Los Angeles snugged up against … Continue reading →

In the early eighties I did a two year stint with a small ad agency which did mostly real estate accounts. Our boss, Hedy, was a remarkable woman originally from Switzerland who decided that we should diversify our accounts. Using … Continue reading →

Andy “Well, howdy there, pahdnuh.” he greeted me as I made my way down the steps into the waist-deep water. “Hi!” I replied, “Ahhh…this is more like it.” I sighed as I sank down onto the submerged concrete bench. “It’s … Continue reading →

  “We could call it Aunt Martha, Inc.”, John suggested. “Great idea!” I agreed. It was the seventies and I was enjoying the company of a quirky assortment of creative, imaginative people. One of the things we excelled at was … Continue reading →

The harsh polar wind surged through the streets, breathing mist from the river, and clawed through her flimsy windbreaker. She started shivering uncontrollably and I crowded her into the shallow recess of a doorway, trying to shield her with my … Continue reading →

It’s funny how some things like a number, in this case a year, can evoke so many emotions and memories, like opening a box from the attic and finding forgotten treasures. There’s the bigger scene, the world scene that everybody … Continue reading →