Janet and I are riding out a real Nor’easter on Fire Island right now. Floyd Bennet Field’s toilets closed yesterday, after the showers three days ago, so I decided to…

…take me home to the place I belong.  Being a child of the 70s, I am doomed to have John Denver songs popping up when I least expect them. This…

I saw a buffalo playing! And the cowboy mystique is real in Wyoming. I’d fallen asleep to pelting rain on Janet’s little skylight, but woke to blue sky and sunshine!…

I apparently brake for books. Valentine, TX looks like a ghost town, but the sign said it had over 170 people. Nothing fronting the highway looked functional. Then I saw…