I’m at the Delta gate in the Orlando Airport about to completely lose my shit. Plane’s delayed due to mechanical issues, and there are no fewer than 4 babies struggling with what can only be described, aurally, by having Axl Rose (now) trying to harmonize with a shrieking goat. Read more
Straight from my frosty travel log in Reykjavik:
No Coat, No Problem.
Flight from Columbus to Toronto on affiliate carrier Air Canada on a 1964 prop plane flown by Captain Red Baron – Check Read more
The movie ‘Desperado’ plays low on the hotel TV. Low enough that the man propped up on the headboard can’t hear what the actors are saying. He starts making up the dialogue in his head:
“Do you like my hair?”
“Yes. It’s very nice.”
“The River Walk, not river talk.”
“Dios mio! Who are you?”
“Die!” Read more
My friend Coyote Peterson is a cool dude.
Coyote is an adventurer/animal conservationist; he’s like a mix between Jack Hannah and Bear Grylls (without the ‘I can rip out your larynx’ special forces training). I’m convinced Coyote’s got a bit of a screw loose Read more
When I was younger, nothing generated more excitement than crossing state borders on road trips with the family. In my kiddie nascency, political borders were far from arbitrary. As soon as the ‘Now Leaving’ and ‘Welcome To’ signs passed by, things just seemed different. Read more
Five years ago, amid bursting fireworks of Red White and Boom, the sizzle of grilled meats and sparklers, and the unmistakable patriotic croons of J. Cougar Mellencamp, The Boss, and Jewish Elvis—Neil Diamond—a skinny, already washed-up twenty-something limped from New York City to Columbus. Read more