Bus Stop

I take a local bus from my house, and then, I switch to an express. When I change buses, there’s a wide faced woman with Chinese eyes, maybe she’s a Native American, maybe Alaskan, maybe one of those mixed up types we have here, a little Chinese, some Pacific Islander… it’s not that important, but …


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A Little News

This is a kind of a big deal. There’s more about Book Passage on the web, here. And Don George, the crazy human who thought I should join the faculty, literally wrote the book on travel writing. What I’m saying is this: I’ve been invited to join the prestigious faculty at Book Passage, a well …


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Why I’m Not a Full Time Travel Writer

I write for a living; I am a writer by occupation. Not a travel writer, specifically, I’m “just” a writer. I sit at a keyboard, put words in a certain order to describe things, and then, I get paid. On technical projects, where I make most of my money, I’m paid by the hour. Rather …


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The Ethics of Graceland

If things go according to plan, this fall, I’m going to see The South. The Mississippi Delta where the blues were born. Graceland. I’m going to eat BBQ and greens. A state or two will become more than just an outline on the map. I was genuinely thrilled until my friend B said this: “You …


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Five Miles with a Fixed Fifty

My pal B. joined me for a Very Long Walk around the neighborhood. I took some pictures with my fixed 50, a lens that makes you work hard to get good pictures. And we stopped for snacks.