Category Archives: Travel

I Don’t Even Know Where I Am Anymore

We emerged from the black hole of upstate New York scathed. Deeply scathed. Continue reading

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An Impressive Dearth of Corners

I tried telling myself we’re closing a circle. Continue reading

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Donuts

This was during one of our layovers in Magic Bent. The next time we were in town, I found that the academy we attended was now a donut shop with a drive-thru. Continue reading

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I Think It’s Time To Go Home

I have learned the ways of the Force and gazed upon the Emerald City. I’ve had my naivete stripped away like a fashion model’s body hair. And I have drifted into obscure areas of unreality, where mental masturbation is an art form, and Carlos Castaneda is not a fraud. Continue reading

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Make It Stop

Eighteen years ago, Sheri and I were wrapping up our first month as innkeepers. Neither of us had the slightest inkling of what lie ahead… Continue reading

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The Thing About Reality

It’s a gorgeous desert morning. A gentle breeze. Bright, life-affirming sunshine. Cactus wrens singing. And a beautifully colorful Common Yellowthroat in the Creosote bush. Continue reading

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Lake Erie Flashbacks

A turkey vulture glides serenely across the sky. Earlier this month Sheri and I watched a parade of a couple hundred vultures pass overhead, a Biblical scourge of offal-eaters, leisurely displaying their sheer number. Roadkill doesn’t stand a chance. Continue reading

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