52 – a short sprint

There are few things like a solo motorcycle trip to straighten out your head. In the hot summer of 2013 I packed up my Triumph Sprint ST to escape. I couldn't get away from the heat, so much as the humanity. But I've always heard that's more of the problem anyway. At least it is... Continue Reading →

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50 – changes in altitude

These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes, Nothing remains quite the same. Through all of the islands and all of the highlands, If we couldn't laugh we would all go insane - J. Buffett In the summer of 2012 my family and I met Ursula the bear in the Rocky Mountains and in the fall... Continue Reading →

47 – ugly american

"So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.' ― Virginia Woolf in 1882 Back in 1958, a couple of authors by the names of Burdick and Lederer coined the phrase, "the ugly american." With this... Continue Reading →

Nativity Walk – Hope

Final installment in a Christmas series beginning with NW1: After an evening of memories and laughter with family, M & J went to bed. Ms. Anne insisted that Mary take their bed, being "large with child," and no one objected, at least out loud. She slept peacefully with the exception of one dream of the... Continue Reading →

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