Take 50

It started with a fire alarm: "This is a fire emergency. Please evacuate the hotel." After hurriedly dressing, I left my room, and that's...

We were tucking into a couple plastic covid-ready soup containers of noodles and various bits of bok choy and unidentifiable greenery...

My buddy Phil is that inscrutable factor in a situation that can turn it into disaster or splendor with about equal likelihood. And the...

Last night I had the good fortune to have dinner with my friends Randy and Laura Prebula. My plate was Al Carbon tacos, and I couldn't...

Walking the streets of Washington DC one is reminded of the noble impulses of its founding: democracy and freedom. It is a diverse city,...

I walked around a corner today to suddenly see this: What a sad thing to protect that house from our neighbors, our friends, us. This is...

I liked this image from Norfolk, VA (careful how you say that), because of the juxtaposition of the war ships and cranes. It seems to...

I'm being sucked into the black hole that is DC. I'm only going 80, but space time already seems attenuated. Holding true to 50 as my...

So that's the tally, to Ocean City, MD. And now we face back into the wind. West ward I go.

That's all. Flounder - odd name for the tastiest of fish.

When one faces west, one block east, at Philadelphia and Division, one sees a fitting indication of the adventure to come: Sacramento, Ca...

Yes, that is my nervous scrawl defacing an official street sign, previously relegated to merely prohibiting a right hand turn. Now...

Sometimes, justice comes from the hand of a weary traveler.

What started as a flourish of highway west of Sacramento, US-50 disappears into an unmarked grave at the intersection of Division and...

Nothing like closure, right? Well, less closure then a reunion of friends. I've seen the western end of it, now for the eastern.

Hello, Maryland. I never knew I missed the sweet smell of hay until this moment. Welcome to the fertile fecund fields of the east. How I...

While my all time favorite "Bodie" remains the Bodie ghost town off of CA-395, this particular Bodie sports a lighthouse. And what a...

It appears to be an obligatory stop in Hatteras to visit the lighthouse. I admit it is pretty cool. Then again, how many steps is that?...

Apparently the brothers wanted wind (for lift), sand (for possible landing), and privacy (because patents) to pursue their passion for...

It seems the role Ocracoke plays is as Hatteras's end of the road. But surely Cedar Island is more lonely still, though connected by...