Troy has that timeless, Brigadoon quality, or maybe it was just my timing. I never did see Old Priam again, and the town was almost deserted. I do think it…

That’s the feeling I get when entering the coastal zone of the United States. At the Lolo Pass, all rivers begin running to the Pacific Ocean. A little luck conspired…

A white linen shirt and sandals instead of flip flops got me into the San Antonio Museum of Art.   Afterwards, in the parking lot, I carefully hung the shirt back…

Wishful thinking must be the number one cause of fraud and abuse. I went looking for a sign before I began searching for a rented room in earnest. I’m disconcerted…