A guy’s gotta eat. I don’t mind traveling alone. In fact it often leads to interesting situations that wouldn’t happen if you were with a travel buddy. But every once in a while you wind up feeling like the weirdo by yourself in a restaurant while everybody else is hanging with their friends. On my…
How many photos of cobblestones can you take? Maybe just one more. In Cuba I was enamored with the cars. I couldn’t get enough of them, and when I thought maybe I had reached my fill, another beauty came around the corner. I don’t even like cars. When my son was 12, his friend could…
Life is…of course…about the journey. But sometimes life is about ticking off the friggin’ miles….driving fast over the flat and boring stuff and getting to the end goal with a few extra minutes to spare. Then again…when your travel buddy (who will go by the fictitious initials of KP) is not a fan of the…
Dear Branson, I’m sorry I said some snarky things last week. I was going through a rough patch…you see…I had just returned from a few days in…ummm…Branson. Oh dear…that didn’t come out right…I’m doing it again… What I meant to say is that when I left Minnesota, spring was making a reluctant appearance. The snow…
I just came back from Branson. Missouri. Say it with your teeth gently clenched and just barely move your lips. “Muh-Zuhr-Uh. It’s fun. The list of places I don’t want to go on this earth is very short, but Branson has always placed high on it. My daughter’s show choir was scheduled to perform there…
In response to today’s news of the potential warming of Cuban-American relations, a little (or not so little) gallery from my trip to the island a couple years back. It was a dream trip to a place I had long wanted to visit. If things open up for travel, Cuba will change quickly. Don’t wait….
In a sad twist of fate, I stopped drinking bourbon the day before visiting a historic distillery in Kentucky. In all honesty, I had only started the night before that. 90% of the world’s bourbon is produced in Kentucky. Aged at least four years in oak barrels, the distilled spirit can only earn its name…
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…
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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