So Thursday, August 22, 2019 was the day I had booked our tour of the Louvre. I was very pleasantly surprised to discover that the Louvre cost about the same as a ticket into the Parthenon in Nashville,

At the end of our tour of NYC via car on August 18th, we found our way to Newark, New Jersey and its international airport just shy of 8 PM. First we dropped Rhonda's SUV off at a long-term parking lot

He was always my favorite Beatle. The very definition of cool, with his chestnut hair, brown eyes and penile nose. I was a tween when he rocked Ed Sullivan's stage and the whole American world, so I missed

What do you do when you're visiting the Big Apple for the first time, but you've got 2 dogs with you and limited cash flow...and limited time before catching your flight to Paris? You cruise the town in

Hello. I'm the stranger at your door. I'm not selling anything; like you, I've been sold----on the goodness, mercies, and constantly-unfurling love and wonders of following Christ Jesus. Please allow me

All told it was after 9 pm when we finally found Flushing, the location of the Air B & B we had booked for the night. Once again our Girl Google GPS didn't know the city as well as you would have expected;

So we left Mary Beth and John's somewhere around noon on Sunday, August 18, 2019. The picture above is my last view of their little piece of heaven. But New York City was calling us, so we headed north

The morning after I slept in a caboose, I walked the grounds of the Donovan farm trying to capture its immense beauty in a 6" cellphone. I was literally drunk on aesthetica. (Did I coin a word there?

The morning after I slept in a caboose, I walked the grounds of the Donovan farm trying to capture its beauty in a 6" flat cellphone. I was literally drunk on aesthetica. (Did I coin a word there?

After 11 hours of driving, my dear friend and travel-mentor Rhonda and I pulled into the driveway of her friend's farm in rural Virginia. I must admit: I was already impressed with the never-ending panorama

Saturday, August 16, 2019…the Adventure/Dream of a Lifetime begins. I guess I need to justify the title; so here we go with the obligatory flashbacks! Flashback #1: Setting: Summer in Central Florida,

Subtitle: What Can I Get Away with the TSA? Or, Girls Just Wanna Have (Weird if not Kinky) Fun There you stood on the edge of your feathers; expecting to fly.---Neil Young, "Expecting to Fly"

I have a wildly productive fig tree. It must know that its neighbors (2 pear trees, 4 peach trees and 1 apricot tree) took this year and last year off. And, it must be aware that I am annoyed because they

Lifelong dreams coming true...this is where I am in life right now. I have long thought that if I ever were to write my autobiography, the title would have to be Serendipity: an Off-Handed Life. What provoked

Figs are fickle. And picking them is an Easter egg hunt. Lemme tell ya why I say that. The other day as I mowed my yard, I noticed that my fig tree was covered in little acorn-sized green knobs. I made

I’ve always loved languages; from the time I was a toddler on a Miami bus hearing Spanish for the first time. To my nascent consciousness the rhythms of the unknown language, with its fluttering tongue

So I need to write an intro. Hmmm . . . intro is a word stem that can be as flexible as a component of a traveler’s wardrobe. It certainly is a garment in my life. One meaning: “introduction to a song”.