Unaware of the severity of the storms on the horizon, two men and a dog set out on harrowing car trip from Chicago to New York City.
Back in May as we were preparing to move back to New York, I realized that I had a visitor sitting on my desk. My nephew Mark in Utah had sent Flat Stanley my way, and for months I'd done nothing with him. The school year was soon
[ continued from yesterday ] █████ loves my Manhattans. I make them in the proper, original fashion, with rye and not bourbon. I always keep a bottle of Templeton rye on hand (though Bulleit rye is a fine choice too), along with Dolin sweet vermouth, Peychaud's bitters and Luxardo cherries. I
[ continued from last week ] In retrospect, we probably could have come up with a solution that didn't involve throwing in the towel completely. We could have ridden each of the next two days until noon, then called for the support wagon and sat out the triple-digit afternoon heat.
[ continued from yesterday ] A clap of thunder dislodged me partially from sleep in the wee hours of the morning. Because it was such a warm night and there was no rain in the forecast, █████ and I had gone to sleep without the fly sheet over our tent, leaving the mesh
[ continued from yesterday ] We woke up on the morning of Sunday, July 22, not nearly as rested as we had hoped to be. But at least the heat of the morning meant that our tent was already nearly dry after the night's thundershower. Our hosts provided coffee and
I know you've all been holding your breath for the past couple of weeks, waiting desperately to hear how RAGBRAI turned out for us. Herein lies a tale. RAGBRAI, as you may recall, is a seven-day bike ride across Iowa that takes place every year at the end
I'm not sure when or why we first started thinking it was a good idea. Probably nearly a year ago, when we were visiting our friend Colin and the ride seemed fun and impossibly far off in time. I'm talking about RAGBRAI—the [Des Moines] Register&
I keep not finding time to post about my trip with █████ to the SXSW Interactive conference last month, but it was a swell time and I should probably jot down a few memories before a) they become totally instead of just mostly irrelevant, and b) they fall completely out of
21 I'm still not sure quite how I managed it, but I somehow talked my parents into giving me the family van for two weeks that spring, two long weeks that stretched into three. It was my best friend Tim and me-- we'd been missionaries together
Of 2011, I mean. This has been one crazy travel year. Seems like every other week we're rushing off somewhere or other, and we're kind of tired of it. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. It's been a great
stubbed-out cigarette moldering wet in the sink on the Paris train
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