Chartres cathedral doesn’t cast the spell it once did, it seems. Walking back from dinner I was taken aback that the glory of the Almighty needs a cheap boost from…
An abandoned airfield in Brooklyn is the most surreal place Janet and I have camped. After twelve days in a high rise in Jersey City, hitting the road felt like…
Made it to the Great Basin, still solidly in reality. Yesterday evening I walked into two competing bars, on either side of the Oregon/Nevada state line, and didn’t see a…