Throwing Up Emeril’s Food
When you are throwing up it’s hard to wax poetic, but afterward it’s a different story, isn’t it? Emeril’s Table 10 in Las Vegas is not the typical restaurant Irene and I would eat in. We are far too frugal for that, but this one time it seemed like a good idea. We hadn’t eaten [...]
A Different Reality….
When we left Casa Grande for the summer we headed for Las Vegas to hook up with son Roy and watch him play in a racquetball tournament. We could have chosen a more direct route to LV but decided in a fit of curiosity to detour a little by Lake Havasu and check out London [...]
Half-Assed Conversations
Recently I was sitting half-cheeked on a bench at the pickleball courts, fidgeting uncomfortably because the wrought-iron bench presses (no matter which way I turn) directly on my blown hamstring muscle up under my butt, when Gart and Ralph came up, sat down and began badgering me as usual. I admit I usually am comfortable [...]
It’s a journey of HOW many steps?
Conventional “wisdom” discusses, among many, many other things of course, how the longest journey begins with but a single step, yes? Well, yes, but then it doesn’t go on to discuss how long that journey may be, does it? And well it shouldn’t as every journey has a different number of steps. Every fly-fishing season, for [...]
Missoula Real Estate, Examined
As is now ordinary for us, having done virtually the same thing two years ago, we came last Sunday to Missoula, became re-captivated by this area’s many charms and subsequently spent all of one day (today, in fact) racking up over 100 miles driving the city from one end to the other, two increasingly car-sick but [...]
In favor of doing the work….
I’ve been chastized lately for a lack of sincerity in my search for the meaning of life, and if you want to get caught up on the discussion you need go no further than my last post. Irrespective of the opinions of the haters and naysayers, however, I am most sincere, and just because I [...]
Everybody’s Lookin’ for Somethin’….although admittedly sometimes in the wrong places….
Like you, I have long been searching for the meaning of life. Sometimes in the wrong places, of course…the bottom of a wine bottle, the feel of an accelerator pedal of a very fast car, the rush of sexy new things to own, the possibility in relationships to experience, on occasion places to be. Over [...]
In Passing, A Word about Wisconsin
We have traveled through the Upper Michigan Peninsula, where we stayed in the self-proclaimed moose capital of the U.S., albeit a place where the owner of the RV park admitted she had never seen a moose in the 17 years she had been there, “although we have seen EVIDENCE of moose, if you know what [...]
Mall Rats
There are malls, and then there is THE Mall, where we spent today, at the National Archives and later at the Smithsonian…more accurately at one tiny, little, bitty almost insignificant part of the Smithsonian. And, since you, like Irene and I, are a seasoned traveler and have been here before, you know exactly what I’m [...]
The KOA as a Power of Darkness
KOA stands for, irritatingly, a perhaps intentially-mispelled Campgrounds of America, and apparently at one time was a force among RV Campgrounds, and still might be if you still habitually harbor the small, young, loud and unwashed, and by this I don’t mean you…you are certainly no longer young…but it does include your children, or at [...]