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This post come to you from an internet vacuum... a  desert  wasteland deserted of cellular bars and bandwidth, and herbage, too, exceptin...

A la Joni Mitchell, "They paved paradise to put up a parking lot." But they didn't stop there. No, they had to build an eye...

Like young love, those darn seams are driving me crazy. They're as hard to figure out as women. I just can't get a handle on them...

We had been to Valley of Fire at least three previous times since '99, which was the first year of our—on-again off-again, can't...

A song on Goldie's radio triggered memories of a troubled time. The year was 1966, and a wet-behind-the-ears kid watched Vietnam pl...

Impatient at being  forced to postpone our departure from The Frozen Tundra of  Le Crevice, I  resorted to pacing in front of the Ima...

It's a winter thing, a vague oppressed feeling that's difficult to explain. Impatience, maybe, a longing for longer days and sh...