I don’t think Janet and I are cool in Virginia. After a pleasant drive up the Shenandoah Valley, I thought we might cut over and head east again, after first…

…and through the woods. And we’re here. We left Burns, Oregon in a sunny, sparkly frost. Every blade of grass and tiny twig on the bare cottonwood trees was covered…

The addicts say “Wherever you go, there you are.” I say thank goodness for that. Right now, in my new room, I feel like I’ve been running to me, not…

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,…