I’d driven through Malibu a few times but never really stopped. I don’t know anybody there. The one time I did stop to check it out, I couldn’t find a parking spot. I pulled into a small “Mall” (Dume?)
Desert …peace.
U2 released “The Joshua Tree” and featured an actual “tree’ on their cover. Obviously they didn’t identify exactly WHICH tree for fear it would be ..harmed. I admire that. An hour or so north of Palm Springs, southern California
Oregunyans!
“Keep it weird” is Portland, Oregon’s unofficial slogan. I love it and yes, it IS weird. Recently they allowed people to pump their own gas? I assume this had something to do with keeping employment, but odd to me.
Not meeting Tom Petty! (This is really just dumb filler.)
Christmas came upon me like a …. (sorry, can’t think of the proper adjectives). I had had a LONG drive trip (#4 through Florida) but purposely timed it for Gainesville, Fla, home of Tom Petty, just because I wanted
Elvis anyone?
(The following was written at a time on the road with a bit “grrr” – but not to be mistaken for the people or experience with them. Just grumpy at the time – I decided to leave it as
Some road in England …
Years back I went to England and Scotland with my (then) girlfriend. She had relatives there (who were awesome), but 2 weeks later I came back home and realized I hadn’t actually seen 1 Beatle thing! I’m a HUGE
Agnosticism!
“Agnostic” is a good word to get yourself out of an uncomfortable conversation. It sounds “rightly so”, is a ‘title’ or ‘category’ beyond ‘atheist’, but most don’t really understand its meaning – including me. That’s why I use it.
“If you look for it .. you’ll see it.”
It happens every time. I get 2 or 3 days into a road-trip. Day 1, I am still a bit freaked about ‘where I have to be’, ‘where I am’, and ‘looking over my shoulder’ (after the usual, 12
A significant ‘hug’.
She said “34 C” or some such freeway exit into her home in this large U.S. city. (Not the one pictured.) Well, I stupidly take “34- B” by accident and figure “oh well, I’ll just drive another mile or
Hotels Schmotels
On the road for about 5 hours, just inching into “somewhere” Alabama, I pulled over to ‘spit-in-the-bucket’ corner store under the freeway to get a 6-pack and ask if there were a place to stay. “It’s Sunday! We don’t