As I’ve traveled and lived around the U.S. and abroad I’m usually pretty easy to place, thanks to my accent. My long vowels and hard ‘ch’s always point back to Chicago, to which I say, “youbetcha” for I am very proud indeed to call myself a Midwesterner. It wasn’t until I was in a Lyft … More Roots
Wake-up calls on RAGBRAI come early, as most of us rise with the sun and are eager to hit the road to beat the mid-day heat. Why they do this monstrous ride during the hottest week of the entire year is beyond me. Nevertheless, we enjoy and revel in it. After taking down the tent … More Saddle Sores, Sunburn & Other Pleasantries
We had a little more than 24 hours left before we came to the end of our South American adventure returning to work, school, life and (thankfully) the dense and over-abundant air of the Midwest. We’d had our fill of coca, ceviche, and chubs and were properly terrified as we saw our lives flash before … More The Last Huzzah
Cats… you’ve got to love ’em. Unless of course you hate ’em. There’s really no middle ground with these guys. I’ve never met anyone who’s ambivalent about felines. I know MANY Cat Ladies (and a few Cat Men) and I know equally as many who despise the beasts. Either way, these days, love ’em or hate … More #TBT: The Time With the Cats
Pets ruin your life. Let me be more specific, pets ruin your travel life. Yesterday Britt and I once again packed our bags for another adventure, only this time we had to tear ourselves away from our two furry family members that we have come to love more than we thought we ever would, Brix … More Runner’s High, Eh?