Clearwater, FL: May, 2019 Uncle Gabe lived with his greyhound rescue, Archie, in northern St. Petersburg, toward the back of a mid-century block pleasantly shaded by gargantuan oaks. It’s a testament to these trees that they survived the post-air conditioning sprawl that created this and other areas of its age. The neighborhood also held ontoContinue reading “A Storm at Sea and a Snake in the Tree: A Race around Clearwater”
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The World’s Best Sunset and a Bar That Doesn’t Clothes: A Farewell to Key West
Key West, FL: May, 2019 (Key West Trilogy Part 1 and Part 2 here) North Duval runs into the Historic Seaport area which is now thronged by docked cruisers and boozy tourists. One interesting thing in this area that was worth a stop though is the original Key Lime Pie Bakery. The outside is aContinue reading “The World’s Best Sunset and a Bar That Doesn’t Clothes: A Farewell to Key West”
The Actual Southernmost Point: Then and Now on Florida’s Beaches
Key West, Fl – May, 2019 (Key West Trilogy Part 1 and Part 3 here) This one actually starts at…. Panama City Beach, June (I think) 1996 (I think): Dad spotted a conch lying on the seabed about ten feet below the surface and told me to stay where my feet could touch the sandyContinue reading “The Actual Southernmost Point: Then and Now on Florida’s Beaches”
Cortaditos in the Morning, Rum in the Afternoon: A Walk Around Key West
Key West, FL: May, 2019 (Key West Trilogy Part 2 and Part 3 here) I think we found the absolute last free parking spot on the entire island and it happened to be directly in front of the Inn on Fleming, our home for the next week. We had just finished a two-hour drive alongContinue reading “Cortaditos in the Morning, Rum in the Afternoon: A Walk Around Key West”
Absinthe and Chicory: Sixteen Hours in New Orleans
New Orleans, LA: March, 2017 “No strippers” I said again, and Derek, in charge of the planning and more bashful than most when it pertains to the indecorous, was immensely relieved. Carter on the other hand flashed a wry smile, the facial equivalent of air quotes and repeated, “gotcha. No strippers.” “We mean it, Carter.Continue reading “Absinthe and Chicory: Sixteen Hours in New Orleans”
The Hopeful Blues: Memphis and the St. Jude Half Marathon
Memphis, TN: December, 2018 –Tennessee is said to have three Grand Divisions, physiocultural regions represented by the three stars on the state flag and on the Titans logo: East – Mountains – Bluegrass Music – Smokies Central – Plateau – Country Music – Nashville West – Delta – Blues Music – Memphis The northeast tipContinue reading “The Hopeful Blues: Memphis and the St. Jude Half Marathon”
Celebrating Silence: An Autumn Hike On Mt. Le Conte
Great Smoky Mountains National Park, TN: October, 2018 –Tennessee is said to have three Grand Divisions, physiocultural regions represented by the three stars on the state flag and on the Titans logo: East – Mountains – Bluegrass Music – Smokies Central – Plateau – Country Music – Nashville West – Delta – Blues Music –Continue reading “Celebrating Silence: An Autumn Hike On Mt. Le Conte”
Lost Shoes, Gained Perspective: Two Columbus Marathon Stories
Columbus, OH: October 2014/October 2019 The morning of my first attempt at the Columbus Marathon, I woke on Derek’s couch at five AM and immediately began slinking around trying not to make much noise, a difficult ordeal in the dark even with the foresight of attaching the bib to my shirt the night prior. ChompingContinue reading “Lost Shoes, Gained Perspective: Two Columbus Marathon Stories”
Bourbon Chase Pt 3: Sunrise with the Horses
Lexington, KY: October, 2018 (This post is a continuation of this one and this one) “I have a problem” Alonso said as we packed the van by flashlight, breathing out misty rings like a smoker’s exhale. The temperature had dropped with the rain and the early morning was biting cold but at least dry. “IContinue reading “Bourbon Chase Pt 3: Sunrise with the Horses”
Bourbon Chase Pt. 2: Midnight in Danville
Danville, KY: October, 2018 (Part one, in which we stay in the worst hotel ever and then run through three distilleries, is here) (Part three, AKA the finale, in which we run in the dark some more and then eat a lot, is here) Danville High School students do not have school on the FridayContinue reading “Bourbon Chase Pt. 2: Midnight in Danville”
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