Merry Christmas from Don’t Make Me Turn This Van Around

For the second year in a row we’ve decided not to print one of those ubiquitous Christmas card collages and mail it out to the 100 or so dear friends and family whose correct addresses we still have. No one in our family really likes writing addresses, keeping the list, and licking envelopes. Yeah, I … More Merry Christmas from Don’t Make Me Turn This Van Around

Spontaneous

Over the past several weeks, our legions of fans have said to me, “Where’s the blog? Did you get lost in Maine?” Okay, it was actually three—three readers who have mentioned it. So it’s mid-December and at the rate I’m posting here, I’ll finish blogging about our summer trip sometime in 2023. So I won’t … More Spontaneous

Not gonna lie. Boston was a bit of a disaster.

Four months before Monica’s first Boston Marathon, we arrived on a reconnaissance mission to check out Bean Town. Surely we’d find Boston as agreeable as other old and fabled favorites. But when you’re on the road for two months, it can’t all be sunshine and roses. I could encapsulate our stay in one brief scene … More Not gonna lie. Boston was a bit of a disaster.

Hitting our stride: The battlefields of Virginia to the streets of New York

You might recall back in May some evil Russian hackers shut down the supply of gasoline to the southeastern portion of the United States. Suddenly gas was gone overnight like toilet paper. (Who knew that the flow was controlled by one spigot with an open wifi signal?) A lot of people wanted to know how … More Hitting our stride: The battlefields of Virginia to the streets of New York

Apparently, this blog doesn’t write itself. Fear not, we’re alive.

If you follow this blog, it would be easy to think that we disappeared somewhere after our visit to Oxford, Mississippi. We sort of did vanish. Our next destination took us out of cell reception and sent some members of our family into a frenzied search for our whereabouts. Now, another six weeks have passed … More Apparently, this blog doesn’t write itself. Fear not, we’re alive.

Seaside to Selma to Oxford: Contrasts in the Deep South

I’m writing this more than two weeks into our summer journey and we’ve already seen too much to recount. We’re currently staying at what I’m certain will be the most expensive “campsite” of our trip. Some campsites boast private decks, stone fireplaces and clubhouses with all the comforts of a fine hotel. Alas, this patch … More Seaside to Selma to Oxford: Contrasts in the Deep South