A new twist in Ace’s tale
The saga of my dog Ace, though already told, may be in for some revision. My Baltimore Sun series on Ace’s roots — which traced everything from how he ended up in the city animal shelter to the breeds...
View ArticleHighway Haiku: Don’t Call Us Trailer Trash
“Don’t Call Us Trailer Trash” Like your roots can’t rot – That’s how it feels, when living In a house with wheels (To see all of our Highway Haikus — attempted poetry, composed from behind the...
View ArticleOnward, upward, backward, homeward
Get back to where you once belonged – The Beatles You can’t go home again — Thomas Wolfe The Beatles had more memorable lyrics – ”Ob-la-di, ob-la-da” notwithstanding — but Thomas Wolfe (and here...
View ArticleSerendipity: The curious routes stuff takes
A rolling stone gathers no moss. We’re not rolling stones anymore. During our year of travel, Ace I and I gathered few things that we did not immediately consume – simply because, living out of a Jeep...
View ArticleDirty laundry, dead bodies and my past
Here in the waning days of Travels With Ace – it has been just about a year since we pulled out of Baltimore some 27,000 miles ago — our journey is going in a different direction. Backwards. We’re...
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