Happiness. It's relative.
BowWow: Jesus H. I feel like I’m riding in a semi, here. A big nut size Bulldog. Hey, smart guy in front, what’s our handle, see any Smokies up there? Give us the word, Good Buddy. Minnie: Don’t bother him. He’s trying to drive… Continue Reading “Minnie and BowWow’s First Road Trip in the New Truck”
I love it that cows keep eating even in the rain. They don’t even look up. Rain is meaningless to them. This raises some questions. Are all cows born stoic, impervious to wet? Or did each learn that no one will come if they… Continue Reading “Farm Girl Passing”
I love it that cows keep eating even in the rain. They don’t even look up. Rain is meaningless to them. This raises some questions. Are all cows born stoic, impervious to wet? Or did each learn that no one will come if they… Continue Reading “Farm Girl Passing”
We had just driven through Buckeye, Arizona, and we were going nowhere. The exurbs of Phoenix seemed to go on forever, one beige/taupe/sand castle after another, the reach of old money seeping across the desert. We were looking for ranches and rust, old cars,… Continue Reading “Rodeo”
The trick about road trips, especially short ones, is to know where you will end up for the night but not really care how you get there. Take today’s little jaunt, for instance. We started at a lovely hotel in downtown Washington, a stone’s… Continue Reading “Friday Round-Up: DC Dash”
When we travel, we figure out where the tourist towns are and then we head the other way. Today’s trip was to Ajo, Arizona, a very small town 43 miles north of the Mexican border and on the edge of Organ Pipe National Monument.… Continue Reading “A Quick Trip to Ajo”
2,459 miles. Six days. Wisconsin, Illinois, Iowa, Kansas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Missouri, Illinois, Wisconsin. Here are my road trip revelations: Listen to the locals. At the BBQ joint last night, the lady behind the counter told me that their mac and cheese was pretty good… Continue Reading “Dust Bowl Tour: Road Trip Revelations”
We have a friend, a flamboyant, beautiful woman, a singer who can electrify a room with her voice, a person who can talk to anyone anywhere and make them love her. We’ve known her for years and we always knew she was born in… Continue Reading “Dust Bowl Tour Day 4”
In a cemetery down a dirt road off the highway from Guymon to Goodwell in the Oklahoma Panhandle, an area called No Man’s Land by the locals, there are several handmade headstones. This one was for a baby who died in 1929. Life was… Continue Reading “Dust Bowl Tour Day 3”
It’s so easy to see how it could happen. The land is so completely flat. There aren’t the rises in the distance like the hills bordering farmland in Wisconsin, where you sense that the original settlers decided to stop cutting down trees and let… Continue Reading “Dust Bowl Tour Day 2”
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