Tag Archives: Travel
So this is what it’s like returning from a mission in space only to find you’ve crash-landed on a planet ruled by Simians… Continue reading
Back on the road, leaving uninspiring Twentynine Palms behind. Eventually we’ll be turning right onto Old Woman Springs Rd. toward Landers and places beyond.
We’ll be staying in Tehachapi tonight. Continue reading
It’s only natural that a bit of ourselves gets left behind to linger like an ethereal shroud of Turin, or haunt the place like a ghost. Continue reading
I’ve driven a motorcycle a couple of times. I’m no Hell’s Angel. I was scared shitless. Continue reading
Among the impulse items at checkout will be a couple pairs of my shoes, each from my wardrobe as a Background Actor. Continue reading
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