Happiness. It's relative.
You could do worse than to drive from Wisconsin to Iowa. You could stay in a long flat motel in Osceola, Iowa, that claims to be the best in the U.S., walk outside in the morning and breathe in the smell of frying ham.… Continue Reading “Dust Bowl Tour Day 1”
I thought today that I should drive across the country in our truck. By myself. I thought about it for a lot of miles driving from Milwaukee to Dayton, sitting up nice and high, looking down into people’s cars, being all tall and powerful… Continue Reading “Truck Baby”
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”
Nothing is worse than a road trip gone bad. Not flat-tire bad or wrong- turn bad or blown-carburetor bad. Not running-out-of-money bad or food-poisoning bad. Not crummy-motel-with-mice bad. This is all the stuff of hilarity years later, the ‘remember whens’ of family dinners and… Continue Reading “When Good Trips Go Bad”
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