Sunday Song for a Vagabond Dad

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From our very first trip in 1966, my Dad and I didn’t stop seeing places together. So on this Father’s Day, the second one without my traveling buddy, here’s to 50 years of seeing the USA with him. While he was still working and I lived on the East Coast, we traveled from Philly to Maine, seeing the Jersey shore and the stone bridges of coastal Maine. As with most of our trips, he thought about things I wouldn’t have, like how stone bridges are made. Always the engineer, even on vacation. In 1999, he had a major stroke, and…

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Weekly Update: Jun 14, 2017

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I feel like every week lately, I start my report by typing something along the lines of “this isn’t the week I had planned.” Here we go again… This is not quite the week I had planned. It wasn’t a total wipeout, like the week before when I dislocated my finger. This week was more like a blowout. A tire blowout. Less than an hour after I finally got back on the road on Saturday. The good news is I was OK, the car was OK, and the trailer too. I had a full-sized spare so the roadside assistance guy…

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Sunday Serenity: Reminding Myself of Good Times

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The last several weeks have been a series of accidents, leading to (among other things) a new windshield, a cast, two new phones (yes, two), and lots of cancelled reservations. I had to let go of the idea that I would see the Great Smokies and Shenandoah this year, both places I had been looking forward to very much. Yesterday’s blown tire made me wonder why I’m doing this vagabond thing at all. So today’s Serenity post is really just for me. I spent a long time looking through my photos of the last 13 months, and it made me…

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Stained Glass

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When I was little, the church down at the end of our street was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Tall, narrow stained glass windows that seemed absolutely magical when the light poured through them. I haven’t thought about that church in years, until today, when I found an open door in downtown Terre Haute. Strange how a door can open into a building and flash you all the way back to being eight years old. There were old-school wooden pews and slightly padded kneelers that could have come direct from the church of my childhood in Southern California….

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Weekly Update: June 7, 2017

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I’m a week and a half into the one-handed life, and it’s going okay so far. I been trying to use dictation on the Mac. I pause a lot more than it thinks I should, so everything becomes a half-sentence, making my one-handed typing mostly combining phrases and making periods. So if you’re reading something I wrote and it doesn’t make sense, I’m blaming it all on the dictation software… I moved to a hotel because, as my friend Mary pointed out, I do need to rest the hand and living in an RV isn’t exactly restful for a bashed-up hand. It’s…

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