Janet has always felt like a passport to happy times. On more instances than I could possibly count, I have received waves, honks, thumbs up, smiles, invitations to park, questions,…
On the west coast, that would be the name of a weed dispensary. Photo from Speakzeasy Blog. I have been in many places in Arizona, and had almost forgotten the…
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…
