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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
I don’t really dream of travel.
Daydream, yes, but when I sleep, the REM vignettes usually involve choreographed knife-fights and lady sasquatches
…could be late night salsa binges, but rarely do I dream of travel.
So, I want to know your dream locale.
Even if you have multiple destinations, or, you’re one of the lucky people to have visited “The Spot”.
Where is it?
Maldives? Venice? New Zealand?
Where would you Roam About?
What would you do?
I want to know. -Mike