I visited one of my father’s classes on Wednesday night, one that included the successful launch of three rockets into the ceiling. All fire and smoke detection equipment had to be sealed off with rubber gloves by armed security officers…
It was a cold, meandering winter and I was coming to the end of my second month on the road, rounding the Great Lakes to my dad’s house in upstate New York. It was January 25th, but the spring was…
After rounding Superior, a night in Toronto and some time at Niagara Falls this afternoon, we headed back across the border and an hour down the Thruway to Rochester, NY. I grew up here, yet ever since the day of…
Cold, tired and fresh out of ideas at the Super 8 in Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario.
Today, Wes turned 11. It was the summer of 2000, living in Atlanta, when I adopted Wesley from the Golden Retriever Rescue. He was abandoned by some fool outside a convenience store when he was little more than 6 months…
Duluth, Minnesota. Aside from a warm bed and a decent breakfast, I didn’t give it much thought. But a quick reminder about an old family connection to this area, gave me something more meaningful to do. My grandfather, Captain…
I wasn’t supposed to be here tonight. But as it turns out, the four hour detour further north was a good idea. My evening with Martin Sexton at the community theatre in Fargo, North Dakota, was a great time—at…