Category: Real Personal History
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A Night At The Opera
I sat in the Amargosa Opera House. Half the seats were filled with ticket holders. I looked around at the fantastic murals, I moved one seat away from the heat of the pot-belly stove and I watched the red curtain. It was 7:05 pm on Saturday night. There would not be an opera here tonight,…
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The Road To Zzyzx And Down The Boulevard Of Dreams
I wrote a version of this post several days ago, before I went to this Place of Healing, before I walked along the Boulevard of Dreams. After the visit, I deleted most of what I had written…and began again. Yes, I began again when I made the right turn off I-15 and took the…
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The Snow Moon Over The Mojave
Last night the Snow Moon rose over the Coxcomb Mountains of the Mojave Desert. It’s the fifth full moon we have watched since our journey began There will be one more to witness before we are home again. Will we see the Warm Moon from where ever we will be in the third week of…
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The End Of The Line
Like, wow…I can’t believe we’re in California. What a magical and special state this is. It’s no wonder that all the famous people live here. It’s the “land of opportunity”, where an anybody like me can become a somebody like…George Clooney. We weren’t here an hour when I drove to a service station to get…
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Reality Check: 66% Of The Road Trip Is Behind Us
[Organ Pipe Cactus] We are roughly two-thirds of the way through our long and event-filled road trip. As I write this, I’m sitting in a Starbucks, about 263 dusty, windy and empty miles from Tucson. According to my four weather apps on my iPhone, it’s going to be nearly 80 F today. We need warmth.…
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Honky Tonks, Bordellos And Celery
[This soiled dove was from Cripple Creek, CO.] We watched January turn into February in Silver City, New Mexico. A former mining town from the 19th Century, was a place where miners, tired and in need of a drink and a little love to purchase, would come up from the valleys and down the mountains…and…
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On A Dusty Street Corner In Juarez
“When you’re lost in the rain, in Juarez, and it’s Easter Time too, And your gravity fails you and your negativity can’t pull you through…” –Bob Dylan Just Like Tom Thumbs Blues Let’s be realistic. You didn’t think I was going to write a blog about crossing the border bridge to visit Juarez, Mexico, and…
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Mix Mesquite, Sage, Fire, Oil And A Dash Of White-Line Fever
You shall cross the barren desert, but you shall not die of thirst. You shall wander far in safety, though you do not know the way. –From Be Not Alone, a hymn commonly sung at funerals. Words by John Michael Talbot. “Somewhere on a desert highway, she rides a Harley-Davidson…her long blonde hair flying in…
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