I’ve had a slow, introductory glimpse at Asheville. I’ve seen some great sights, been introduced to wonderful people, seen parts of the town I imagine a lot of people don’t ordinarily see….and I still feel it’s been only a rudimentary introduction. I think I’ve barely scratched the surface of this place. But, here are my first impressions: Click … Continue reading Asheville, North Carolina
Well, I did the tourist thing here in Asheville – I visited Biltmore Estate. The kids had an extra ticket which they gave me. Thanks, kids! I went on a Monday but it was still quite busy and crowded. It is summer and tourist season though, so I suppose it’s to be expected. It’s such a wide shot from the front, I had to walk … Continue reading Biltmore Estate
From my scribblings: “As I sit here in Murphy with her windows open and feel the cooling breeze, listening to the rain falling hard on her roof, I am content. I’m in Kansas and it would appear a tornado is in the works. But, probably not. I assume it’s that because I’m a Californian and this is Kansas, there’ll automatically be a tornado. I don’t … Continue reading Who says Kansas is flat?
The morning I left Idaho Falls, my brother, sister and I went out for breakfast where we talked and laughed and laughed and laughed until we cried. We must’ve been a sight. As we were walking out, a song started playing in the restaurant and I had to stay and listen. It was only one of the best songs ever created since the beginning of … Continue reading Pocatello, Pocatello, Pocatello
Somewhere along the line before we reached Ontario, we’d passed from Pacific into Mountain Time, so when we got going the next morning it was an hour later than we were thinking. Our phones, our computers, all the technology we so mindlessly rely on seemed to be indicating a different time. Very disorienting. It’s odd – what difference does the time make… especially when you’re … Continue reading Idaho & Craters of the Moon
5:30? They open at 5:30? What’s up with that? I want coffee now! It’s 5:00a.m. and I’m sitting with Murphy in a parking lot outside a not-yet-open Starbuck’s in Portland, Oregon. Gotta pee. Sneezing my head off, itchy eyes. I think I must be allergic to the entire Willamette Valley. I go to Viet Nam for a year and I’m pretty sure I didn’t sneeze … Continue reading Portland and East
The afternoon of June 26th I left Salinas. Finally. But before leaving I made one last stop – John Steinbeck’s gravesite. And yes, I cried. I didn’t see all the sights in and around Salinas I’d intended to see before leaving. I never do – in any town I’ve ever lived in, really. Just one of those things. I always think I’ll get around to … Continue reading Highway 1 and Beyond
In my continuing attempts to see nearby sights before I hit the road, I’ve gone to a couple of the local missions. First was Mission Carmel. When I arrived, the door was open, but they were not letting anyone in yet. Maybe they had to finish sweeping the floor or something. I really have no idea. So, instead of going … Continue reading Mission Carmel (sorta…) and Mission San Juan Bautista
Hi – I’m still here. Still kicking. Sorry I’ve been away so long – I’ve been drowning in paperwork. I didn’t think there’d ever be an end to it. Just when I’d think I was about done, I’d see another stack, another folder, another box that still needed going through, sorting, purging. Not just my own stuff – my mother’s, too. I’m still not at … Continue reading Stuff and more stuff
I’ve never been one for celebrating my birthday. It’s always been just another day and I rarely do much more than go to work or whatever else is usual and of course talk with my kids who always, sweetly, call. In fact, it feels a bit odd even writing about it here. But this year something was different. See, I was born in ’57 and … Continue reading Whales
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