It was about this time last year that I drove across the middle of our country. The morning started in Moab, Utah. I passed through Denver, Colorado, and made a brief stop in Ogallala, Nebraska to check on the ailing van I had left there the week before. (or rather, it had left me) The…
When it comes to lodging, I like an adventure. I’ve slumbered in a vibrating bunk above the engine room of a Mississippi River barge. I’ve pitched my tent in a farmer’s field and rang the doorbell of the friend of a friend of a friend, hoping to beg spur-of-the-moment accommodations. (it worked) Last month I…
Drive north on US-80 and you’ll cross the Edmund Pettus Bridge into downtown Selma. Cross the bridge in that direction and the first block on the right you will find the Selma Interpretive Center. When I got out of my car, I could feel the weight of history. Or maybe or was the heat. Just…
I have a problem. Truth be told, I have several, but for today, we’ll just talk about the one. I am afflicted with a neurotic fear of missing something interesting. I need to know what’s around the next corner. No matter how good things are right here and now, I’m pretty sure the best is…
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