The Peripatetic Traveler

When I was growing up, my Mom and I would drive from Richmond, VA (where we lived), to Gilmanton Iron Works (GIW), NH, to spend the summer at the family cottage....

It’s said that you can never go home again, and in many ways that’s true. The places I have called “home” over the past six-plus decades vary from a small rented...

As I do most days (Sundays being a notable exception for obvious reasons), I checked my mailbox yesterday to see if anything was in it. Since I live in a neighborhood...

Last OctoberĀ I wrote about my family “Ances-Trees” and what I found out about my family through Ancestry.com. I had already known some of the history, of course, but it was fun...

Actually, it was way better than nice, but I couldn’t think of a word meaning “the second time” (or similar) that also rhymed with “great.” I’m talking about the motorcycle ride...

(with apologies to Gene Autry) After a wonderful do-nothing day on Thursday (except for replacing the Honda’s battery), my son-in-law, Rick, and I went for a ride through Illinois and Wisconsin...

Sunday, July 19 – You have one job, and that is to ride from Joliet, IL to Chicago, meet up with your son-in-law, and then ride with him to his house....

If you’ve been following my blog for any length of time, you know that one of the journeys I occasionally postĀ about is the one I travel every day – grief, sorrow,...

When I was growing up, my “extended family” wasn’t very extensive. My immediate family was Mom, Dad, Ken and me. (My sister, Barbara, died before I was born.) Dad was an...

Blog entry 10/11 for Saturday and Sunday, Sep 27 & 28. I have conclusively proven that helping a daughter move and smushing / stubbing / injuring a big toe have a...