Domestic and Foreign Aid

We’ve been wintering in our usual haunts of Port St Joe  and Apalachicola Florida. Winters in Northern Florida are nothing like sunny Southern Florida, but it’s usually lovely. This season weather has followed two patterns—sunny and windy (I’m talking sustained 12 mph with 20 mph gusts) or rainy and dreary. I’m not complaining, because it’s …

Continue reading Domestic and Foreign Aid

Nordic Golf and Milkshakes

When our neighbors Dave and Robin found out we were passing near their vacation hangout in Minocqua Wisconsin, they said we’d have to stop on our way. That’s a good enough reason for us to make a short detour, even though we see them often enough at home. We dropped our jacks at Patricia Lake …

Continue reading Nordic Golf and Milkshakes

Stops Along the Way

(Photos by Ben Price) Whether I was with my parents or grandparents the experience was the same—travel involved suffering. Oh, sure there are lots of pictures showing us smiling and doing vacation stuff, but friends, there was suffering in the journey. On family trips there was no stopping to eat or take in a view, …

Continue reading Stops Along the Way

A Special Talent

Have you ever heard of MacGyver? For those of you not in the loop, MacGyver was a TV program about the titular character secret agent Angus MacGyver. No matter what the problem, MacGyver was able to create the very doohickey needed to do something like  fix a jet engine so that the good guys can …

Continue reading A Special Talent

Beauty and the Beast: Motorhome Shopping

I am married to a Street Rodder. Among many traits, he is a man who looks beyond the vehicle he owns to the next best thing. It's reasonable to expect that we wouldn't keep the motor home we currently own for long. It is winter, and for several reasons we are unable to travel to …

Continue reading Beauty and the Beast: Motorhome Shopping

Reflections from the Slow Lane

We're tooling down the highway on the trek back to Ohio, in the slow lane. We prefer seondary roads so when we're on two-lane highways we pull over when we can to let others with busy-ness on their minds roar by. I used to hate the idea of following some big camper rigged with bicycles and towing …

Continue reading Reflections from the Slow Lane