Singing for my Supper
One of my friends posed a perfectly reasonable question in response to my last few blog posts. Something along the lines of, “Uhhh, what’s with all this galavanting about – […]
One of my friends posed a perfectly reasonable question in response to my last few blog posts. Something along the lines of, “Uhhh, what’s with all this galavanting about – […]
Up until very recently, the only thing I thought I knew about Tasmania (other than that Tasmanian devils were real, but nothing like what Warner Brothers would have us believe), […]
I set out yesterday morning with characteristically little idea of what I was going to do with my first full day in Hobert. I had in hand more recommendations than […]
Two hours and 46 minutes. Technically, it was summer when I stepped off the plane in Hobart, 25 hours and change after boarding Qantas 3744 in Seattle. It had been […]
The distinction between “apropos” and “ironic” has become so blurred in this world that I don’t even try to read an omen into the the iconic Men at Work song […]
Okay, this was going to be an artful and engaging string of anecdotes about the road trip down to LA, then back up to the farm in the new car. […]
It was at Kettleman City, southbound, that I began to suspect I had joined a cult. No, not that cult, but…okay, let’s just get this out of the way: I […]