Oh, look. A VW camper van. Yes, and I admit to feeling sheepish, in spite of myself. But I do love her, a bit, and she’s my only traveling companion,…

In this case it literally did come après nous. To New Jersey. All I could think of was drying out Janet’s pop top. If I fold it down wet, it…

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…