Yes, please. That’s usually the correct answer when you’re traveling. As in, “Would you like to eat a chicken liver?” Yes, please. “Would you like to hand feed some elk in the morning?” Yes, please. “Can I show you where the students made their protest signs during the Velvet Revolution last year?” Yes. Please. So,…
Drive far enough south on Louisiana 56 and you’ll hit water. The Gulf of Mexico to be exact. Back up a little bit and you’ll find the little fishing village of Cocodrie. Further north still, is Chauvin. The towns are one road wide. Go east and you’ll hit water. West? Water. It’s not hard to…
∞“But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.”
-Robert Frost
This is how travel should happen. I arrived in the Mississippi Delta with only the loosest of plans. I had to interview a woman sometime in the next day or so. Or at least I hoped to. “Call me when you get into town, and we’ll see what we can do,” she said. I wasn’t…
The farther South I drive, the more North I feel. I haven’t spent much time down this way, so it’s a journey of discovery and wonder. I ate pig’s feet last night. (I’m not sure if it should be written pigs’ feet) Trotters, they called them, and just now I see the sad irony in…
A quick stop at the William J. Clinton Presidential Library. Little Rock, Arkansas. With a bonus Chihuly exhibit.
I caught it out of the corner of my eye. Passing through the numbing gauntlet of Lowe’s and Walmart, Sonic and AutoZone, a small brown sign announced Prairie Grove Battlefield. I had two hours before I had to be in Fayetteville. My plan was to sit in a coffee shop, read the paper, and gently…
I always wanted a dog to bring on the road. You know the kind. A worn bandana around his neck, the trusty fella would bound along the beach with us, chasing sticks and finding treasures. This uber dog would never need a leash and relish the new adventures that each day on the road would…
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