I am blessed to have friends everywhere. Literally. Every. Where. I’m often asked to be the guest of these friends for a day or two, a week or three, a month or even longer. I’ve stayed with friends in New
When the Ocean Calls, Go!
Not the Best…
I gotta get back into the swing of things here. This once-a-month posting stuff has to stop. Like right now. I’ve always said that this blog is my stream of consciousness. And when I don’t write, it feels like my
Travel – Where It All Started for Me
When I think back on how I caught the travel bug, two, well, three separate incidents pop into my mind. Two of them I remember; one I can only surmise because I was just a wee person and too young
RVillage – Another Way to Connect With Others While Out There on the Road
I really enjoy meeting new people. To me, strangers are just friends I haven’t met yet. These days, a few of the ways I connect with new friends on the road include introductions made by current friends; coffee/lunch/dinner/etc. with a
Sing Along With Me: I’m goin’ to Slab City… Slab City Here I Come…
As I sit in my little trailer, I can hear the band playing as loud as if it’s just a hundred feet up the road from me. The words to the song Kansas City have been altered to reflect where
“You a big lady!”
Words no one ever wants to hear! My walk this morning took me about a mile down the road from Mittry Lake where Li’l Homey is still parked. As I walk, I’m heading south… the sun is to my left.
Tacos and Frank Sinatra
Another trip to Los Albondigas, I mean, Los Algodones… damn. I just can’t get that straight! I guess I just really like albondigas soup. It was a regular Friday event in my life for many years – the little local