Category: The RV Life
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A Last Look At The North Country: A Journey For The Right Hemisphere
This is a good-bye of sorts. I drove into Saranac Lake this afternoon to pick up a few last-minute goodies, I see that the recent rains have taken so much of the brilliant foliage that, a few days ago, dazzled your eye against the azure sky. I heard the word “snow” in a recent conversation.…
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How Soon They Forget
There I sit, in the corner of the yard, like a ’51 Chevy that had a broken axle and no one had the $65.00 to repair it. I’ve been dusted off, washed and parked out to dry. The thousands of smashed bug bodies on my forward surface are gone. That’s ok, I don’t like bug…
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Travels 27.2: We Save the Worst Until the Last
Let me make one thing perfectly clear: I fully intended for Travels 26 to be the Grand Finale, but in the confusion, exhaustion and labor of getting back into our house on Friday night, I had forgotten to add the Vital Statistics that I had spent so much time compiling. When I realized this gross…
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Travels 27.1: Captains Log
There will be a posting after this one goes out. When? I can’t say. But, the next blog Travels 27.2 will be a concise explanation for why 27.1 is necessary. It will reveal in bone-chilling, spine-tingling and shocking details, the series of wrong moves made by me, the so-called Captain, as we arrived at our…
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Travels 27: Falling In Love Again [The Final Installment]
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your streets, Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. The sky, too, is folding under you And it’s all over now, Baby Blue. –Bob Dylan “It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue” Carpe R-Pod.…
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Travels 26: A Grave Situation and a Cold Grey Sky From Lake Erie
I know, intuitively, that my readers are gathered on street corners, in cafe nooks, penthouses, cabanas, taco trailers, art theater lobbies, bowling alleys, massage parlors and sleazy bars all across America saying: “The guy must have run out of ideas by now. Surely, his well of experiences has run dry. What else can the old…
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Travels 25: We Park the R-Pod Next to a Haunted House and Play a Part in Grassroots Democracy
In the last thirty hours or so, we have made zero forward progress on our trip home. We’re taking a breather, a last stretch before the last stretch, if you get my drift. A gulp of air in preparation for the final sprint to Rainbow Lake, if you take my meaning. We’re staying at our…
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Travels 24: Theological Debate Rages in Men’s Room Stall
I’ve always been interested in what guys write on bathroom walls. There’s a particular sub-culture of public rest room users who feel the need to express themselves with markers, pens or the sharp edge of a jack-knife. Remember, my interest began in days when guys didn’t have Twitter or Facebook to argue their many points…
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Travels 23: I Meet Jade, The Young Hobo
You who live on the road, must have a code that you can live by. Crosby, Stills & Nash, “Teach Your Children” We were just west of Tulsa. We needed gas. Mariam needed the Ladies Room and I needed to get out of the car and see if my right leg could actually function again…as…
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Travels 22: Deep in the Heart of Texas
Anyone can buy a ticket to Greece and view the Parthenon, considered by many to be one of the most beautiful designs made by humans. But you have to go to Greece. Or, to look upon the Pyramids, Egypt would be your destination (but who’s going there now with the country in chaos?). Machu Picchu…
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